198 Quotes by Edmund Spenser

Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.

My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat?

All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is careless laid

Each goodly thing is hardest to begin.

Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.

But Justice, though her dome doom she doe prolong,Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.

good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? What! hath some wolfe thy tender lambes ytorne? Or is thy bagpype broke, that soundes so sweete? Or art thou of thy loved lasse forlorne?

The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.

So Orpheus did for his owne bride, So I unto my selfe alone will sing, The woods shall to me answer and my Eccho ring.