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