Edmund Spenser

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

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

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

And all for love, and nothing for reward. ”

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

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

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

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