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
fall men righteous-man
How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
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.
fall may tides
For whatsoever from one place doth fall, Is with the tide unto an other brought: For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
fall sea doe
What though the sea with waves continuall Doe eate the earth, it is no more at all ; Ne is the earth the lesse, or loseth ought : For whatsoever from one place doth fall Is with the tyde unto another brought : For there is nothing lost, that may be found if sought.
fall long common
It often falls, in course of common life, that right long time is overborne of wrong.
fall liberty delight
What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
fall return worst
From good to bad, and from bad to worse, From worse unto that is worst of all, And then return to his former fall.
beauty blood gentle
For all that faire is, is by nature good;That is a signe to know the gentle blood.
taste
There is no disputing about taste.
firsts vain temper
In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn'd himself first to subdue.
wise reflection blow
For take thy ballaunce if thou be so wise, And weigh the winds 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.
nurse sin sluggish
Sluggish idleness--the nurse of sin.
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!