Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
From Edmund Spenser
Gold all is not that doth golden seem.
Each goodly thing is hardest to begin.
Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please.
It is the mind that maketh good of ill, that maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.
What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
And all for love, and nothing for reward.
He that strives to touch the starts, 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.
The poets' scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed by death.
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