198 Quotes by Edmund Spenser

He that strives to touch the starts, oft stumbles at a straw.

Rising glory occasions the greatest envy, as kindling fire the greatest smoke.

Gold all is not that doth golden seem.

The paynefull smith, with force of fervent heat, The hardest yron soone doth mollify, That with his heavy sledge he can it beat, And fashion it to what he it list apply.

And all for love, and nothing for reward.

The poets scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed by death.

Sweet is the rose, but grows upon a brere; Sweet is the juniper, but sharp his bough; Sweet is the eglantine, but stiketh nere; Sweet is the firbloome, but its braunches rough; Sweet is the cypress, but its rynd is tough; Sweet is the nut, but bitter is his pill; Sweet is the broome-flowre, but yet sowre enough; And sweet is moly, but his root is ill.

It is the mind that maketh good of ill, that maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.

I was promised on a time - to have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason