This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.
It is the mind that maketh good of ill, that maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor. 
For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store. 
She bathed with roses red, And violets blew.
And all the sweetest flowres
That in the forrest grew.
All for love, and nothing for reward. ![Edmund Spenser quotes: [...] one louing howreFor many yeares of sorrow can dispence:A dram of sweet is worth a pound of sowre](http://www.wisefamousquotes.com/images/edmund-spenser-quotes-118846.jpg "Edmund Spenser quotes: [...] one louing howreFor many yeares of sorrow can dispence:A dram of sweet is worth a pound of sowre")
[...] one louing howreFor many yeares of sorrow can dispence:
A dram of sweet is worth a pound of sowre
All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss. 
The Patron of true Holinesse,Foule Errour doth defeate:
Hypocrisie him to entrappe,
Doth to his home entreate.
And thus of all my harvest-hope I have Nought reaped but a weedye crop of care. 
Much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule. 
For trumpets sterne to chaunge mine Oaten reeds,And sing of Knights and Ladies gentle deeds;
Fierce warres and faithfull loves shall moralize my song. 
I hate the day, because it lendeth lightTo see all things, but not my love to see.
Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love?
- Epithalamion
Fresh spring the herald of love's mighty king. 
All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever. 
All that in this world is great or gay,Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
But times do change and move continually. 
Bright as does the morning star appear,Out of the east with flaming locks bedight,
To tell the dawning day is drawing near.
Yet nothing did he dread, but euer was ydrad. 
O sacred hunger of ambitious minds. 
Why then should witless man so much misweeneThat nothing is but that which he hath seene?
And he that strives to touch the starsOft stumbles at a straw.
To be wise and eke to love,Is granted scarce to gods above.
So Orpheus did for his owne bride,So I unto my selfe alone will sing,
The woods shall to me answer and my Eccho ring.
And all for love, and nothing for reward. 
The ever-whirling wheele Of Change, to which all mortal things doth sway. 
The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne. 
Vntroubled night they say giues counsell best. 
There is nothing lost, but may be found, if sought.(No hay nada perdido, que no pueda encontrarse, si se lo busca)
Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay. 
So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought;Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate. 
Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime,For none can call again the passed time.
In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn'd himself first to subdue. 
Like as the culver on the bared boughSits mourning for the absence of her mate
Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy. 
Fretting grief the enemy of life. 
Woe never wants, where every cause is caught, and rash Occasion makes unquiet life. 
Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small. 
Death is an equall doomeTo good and bad, the common In of rest.
For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought. 
Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place. 
Gold all is not that doth golden seem. 
For of the soule the bodie forme doth take; For the soule is forme, and doth the bodie make.
Thankfulness is the tune of angels. 
Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state,Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying
Thought
Together linkt with adamantine chains. 
Pour out the wine without restraint or stay,Pour not by cups, but by the bellyful,
Pour out to all that wull.
For next to Death is Sleepe to be compared;Therefore his house is unto his annext:
Here Sleepe, ther Richesse, and hel-gate them both betwext.
Sluggish idlenessthe nurse of sin.
The poets' scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed by death. 
For we by conquest, of our soveraine might,And by eternall doome of Fate's decree,Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright. 
The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known,For a man by nothing is so well betrayed
As by his manners.
The noblest mind the best contentment has 
The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite. 
And painefull pleasure turnes to pleasing paine. 
The mind maketh good or ill, wretch or happy, rich or poor. 
All sorts of flowers the which on earth do springIn goodly colours gloriously arrayed;
Go to my love, where she is careless laid
Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please. 
From good to bad, and from bad to worse,From worse unto that is worst of all,
And then return to his former fall.
Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit! 
Hark, how the cheerful birds do chaunt their lays, and carol of love's praise. 
Each goodly thing is hardest to begin. 
Waking love suffereth no sleepe:Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke:
Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.
O happy earth, Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread! 
Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies. 
A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine. 