Edmund Spenser

Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.

Gold all is not that doth golden seem.

Each goodly thing is hardest to begin.

He that strives to touch the starts, oft stumbles at a straw.

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

What cannot be cured must be endured.

What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?

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

All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.

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

The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.

Who will not mercy unto others show. How can he mercy ever hope to have?

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

The fish once caught new bait will hardly bite.

Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.

Thankfulness is the tune of angels.

And he that strives to touch the stars, Oft stumbles at a straw.

I was promised on a time - to have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.

And all for love, and nothing for reward.