Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please.
Quote by Edmund Spenser
Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine...
Gold all is not that doth golden seem.
And he that strives to touch the stars, Oft stumbles at a straw.
True loves are often sown, but seldom grow on ground.
And all for love, and nothing for reward.
The poets' scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed...
O how can beautie maister the most strong, And simple truth subdue avenging wrong?
I hate the day, because it lendeth light To see all things, but not my...
The blazing brightnesse of her beauties beame, And glorious light of her sunshyny face To...
Be judge ye heavens, that all things right esteem, How I him loved, and love...
She heard with patience all unto the end, And strove to maister sorrowful assay, Which...
I was promised on a time - to have reason for my rhyme; From that...
It is the mind that maketh good of ill, that maketh wretch or happy, rich...
She heard with patience all unto the end, / And strove to maister sorrowful assay,...
What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
He that strives to touch the starts, oft stumbles at a straw.
Each goodly thing is hardest to begin.