It often falls, in course of common life, that right long time is overborne of wrong. — Edmund Spenser
Why then should witless man so much misweene That nothing is but that which he hath seene? — Edmund Spenser
The poets’ scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed by death. — Edmund Spenser
Her angel’s face, as the great eye of heaven shined bright, and made a sunshine in the shady place. — Edmund Spenser
I was promised on a time – to have reason for my rhyme; from that time unto this season — Edmund Spenser
Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, ease after war, death after life does greatly please. — Edmund Spenser