Quotes by Edmund Spenser

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

I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme From that time unto this season I received nor rhyme nor reason.

Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please.

The poets scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives all else is claimed by death.

Her angels face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.