Edmund Spenser
Edmund Spenser
Edmund Spenserwas an English poet best known for The Faerie Queene, an epic poem and fantastical allegory celebrating the Tudor dynasty and Elizabeth I. He is recognized as one of the premier craftsmen of nascent Modern English verse, and is often considered one of the greatest poets in the English language...
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depressing pain pleasure
And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
avenging simple subdue truth
O how can beautie maister the most strong, / And simple truth subdue avenging wrong?
feet doe earth
O happy earth, Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!
pride names forever
How many great ones may remember'd be, Which in their days most famously did flourish, Of whom no word we hear, nor sign now see, But as things wip'd out with a sponge do perish, Because the living cared not to cherish No gentle wits, through pride or covetize, Which might their names forever memorize!
body doth form soul
For of the soul the body form doth take,For soul is form, and doth the Body make.
judge love
Be judge ye heavens, that all things right esteeme, / How I him loved, and love with all my might, / So thought I eke of him, and thinke I thought aright.
balance doth east heaven light mind thou thy weigh wind wise
For take thy balance if thou be so wise And weigh the wind that under heaven doth blow; Or weigh the light that in the east doth rise; Or weigh the thought that from man's mind doth flow.
creature full hart humorous humour limbs saw side soft softly sunny sweet
Whiles every sence teh humour sweet embayd, / And slombring soft my hart did steale away, / Me seemed, by my side a royall Mayd / Her daintie limbs full softly down did lay: / So faire a creature yet saw never sunny day.
grow loves seldom true
True loves are often sown, but seldom grow on ground.
sleep house next
For next to Death is Sleepe to be compared; Therefore his house is unto his annext: Here Sleepe, ther Richesse, and hel-gate them both betwext.
straws
Oft stumbles at a straw.
bud passing passings
So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortall life the leafe, the bud, the flowre
charity ends ifs
Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.
book home patron
The Patron of true Holinesse, Foule Errour doth defeate: Hypocrisie him to entrappe, Doth to his home entreate.