198 Quotes by Edmund Spenser

Discord harder is to end then to begin.

Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.

Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.

The noblest mind the best contentment has.

Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.

The man whom nature’s self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.

Ah, fool! faint heart fair lady ne’er could win.

For that which all men then did virtue call, Is now called vice; and that which vice was hight, Is now hight virtue, and so used of all: Right now is wrong, and wrong that was is right.

Through knowledge we behold the world’s creation, How in his cradle first he fostered was; And judge of Nature’s cunning operation, How things she formed of a formless mass.