Edmund Spenser, (1552-1599) English Poet Quotes

The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known. For a man by nothing is so ill betrayed, as by his manners.

All for love, and nothing for reward.

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

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

Then came the Autumne, all in yellow clad, As though he joyèd in his plenteous store, Laden with fruits that made him laugh, full glad That he had banished hunger, which to-fore Had by the belly oft him pinchèd sore; Upon his head a wreath, that was enrold With ears of corne of every sort, he bore, And in his hand a sickle he did holde, To reape the ripened fruit the which the earth had yold.

Fierce warres, and faithful loves shall moralize my song.

And he that strives to touch the stars, Oft stumbles at a straw.

The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known. For a man by nothing is so well betrayed, as by his manners.

There, though last, not least.

Then came the jolly sommer, being dight In a thin silken cassock, coloured greene, That was unlyned all, to be more light.