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Fierce warres and faithful loves shall moralize my song.

Edmund Spenser

A gentle knight was pricking on the plaine.

Edmund Spenser

O happy earth,
Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!

Edmund Spenser

The noblest mind the best contentment has.

Edmund Spenser

A bold bad man.

Edmund Spenser

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

Edmund Spenser

Ay me, how many perils doe enfold
The righteous man, to make him daily fall!

Edmund Spenser

As when in Cymbrian plaine
An heard of bulles, whom kindly rage doth sting,
Doe for the milky mothers want complaine,
And fill the fieldes with troublous bellowing.

Edmund Spenser

Entire affection hateth nicer hands.

Edmund Spenser

That darksome cave they enter, where they find
That cursed man, low sitting on the ground,
Musing full sadly in his sullein mind.

Edmund Spenser

No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd,
No arborett with painted blossoms drest
And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd
To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.

Edmund Spenser

And is there care in Heaven? And is there love
In heavenly spirits to these Creatures bace?

Edmund Spenser

How oft do they their silver bowers leave
To come to succour us that succour want!

Edmund Spenser

Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound.

Edmund Spenser

Through thick and thin, both over bank and bush,
In hope her to attain by hook or crook.

Edmund Spenser

Her berth was of the wombe of morning dew,
And her conception of the joyous Prime.

Edmund Spenser

Roses red and violets blew,
And all the sweetest flowres that in the forrest grew.

Edmund Spenser

Be bolde, Be bolde, and everywhere, Be bold.

Edmund Spenser

Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled,
On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.

Edmund Spenser

For all that Nature by her mother-wit
Could frame in earth.

Edmund Spenser

Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.

Edmund Spenser

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

Edmund Spenser

The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne;
For a man by nothing is so well bewrayed
As by his manners.

Edmund Spenser

For we by conquest, of our soveraine might,
And by eternall doome of Fate's decree,
Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.

Edmund Spenser

For of the soule the bodie forme doth take;
For soule is forme, and doth the bodie make.

Edmund Spenser

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