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...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
care harvest crops
And thus of all my harvest-hope I have Nought reaped but a weedye crop of care.
feet doe earth
O happy earth, Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!
spring cuckoos messengers
The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring, His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded.
beauty men shows
Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
hardest
Each goodly thing is hardest to begin.
justice lasts domes
But Justice, though her dome doom she doe prolong,Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
gentleman deeds gentle
The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
men may littles
For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
flower pride rose
So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life, the leaf, the bud, the flower; No more doth flourish after first decay, That erst was sought to deck both bed and bower Of many a lady and many a paramour. Gather therefore the rose whilst yet in prime, For soon comes age that will her pride deflower. Gather the rose of love whilst yet in time, Whilst loving thou mayst loved be with equal crime.
men vices virtue
For that which all men then did virtue call, Is now called vice; and that which vice was hight, Is now hight virtue, and so used of all: Right now is wrong, and wrong that was is right
eye common despise
I learned have, not to despise,What ever thing seemes small in common eyes.
baby boys want
In youth, before I waxe' d old, The blind boy,Venus' baby, For want of cunning made me bold, In bitter hive to grope for honey.
children book self
Go little book, thy self present, As child whose parent is unkent: To him that is the president Of noblesse and of chivalry, And if that Envy bark at thee, As sure it will, for succour flee.
weed nature fall
What more felicitie can fall to creature Than to enjoy delight with libertie, And to be lord of all the workes of Nature, To raine in th' aire from earth to highest skie, To feed on flowres and weeds of glorious feature.