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English poet
(1552? - 1599)
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To be wise and eke to love,
  Is granted scarce to gods above.
      - Shepherd's Calendar--March [Love]

There grewe an aged tree on the greene;
  A goodly Oake sometime had it bene,
    With armes full strong and largely displayed,
      But of their leaves they were disarayde
        The bodie bigge, and mightely pight,
          Thoroughly rooted, and of wond'rous hight;
            Whilome had bene the king of the field,
              And mochell mast to the husband did yielde,
                And with his nuts larded many swine:
                  But now the gray mosse marred his rine;
                    His bared boughes were beaten with stormes,
                      His toppe was bald, and wasted with wormes,
                        His honour decayed, his brauches sere.
      - Shepherd's Callender--Februarie [Oak]

The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring,
  His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded.
      - Sonnet (19) [Cuckoos]

One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
  But came the waves and washed it away;
    Agayne I wrote it with a second hand,
      But came the tyde and made my paynes his prey.
      - Sonnet LXXV [Forgetfulness]

The paynefull smith, with force of fervent heat,
  The hardest yron soone doth mollify,
    That with his heavy sledge he can it beat,
      And fashion it to what he it list apply.
      - Sonnet XXXII [Blacksmithing]

Through knowledge we behold the world's creation,
  How in his cradle first he fostered was;
    And judge of Nature's cunning operation,
      How things she formed of a formless mass.
      - Tears of the Muses--Urania (l. 499)

And on his brest a bloodie crosse he bore,
  The deare remembrance of his dying Lord,
    For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore.
      - The Faerie Queene (bk. I, canto I, st. 2)

The noblest mind the best contentment has.
      - The Faerie Queene (bk. I, canto I, st. 35)

A bold bad man!
      - The Faerie Queene (bk. I, canto I, st. 37)

The laurell, meed of mightie, conquerours
  And poets sage; the firre that weepeth still;
    The willow, worne of forlorne paramours;
      The eugh, obedient to the bender's will;
        The birch, for shafts; the sallow for the mill;
          The mirrhe sweete-bleeding in the bitter wound;
            The warlike beech; the ash for nothing ill;
              The fruitfull olive; and the platane round;
                The carver holme; the maple seldom inward sound.
      - The Faerie Queene (bk. I, canto I, st. 8)

Her angel's face
  As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright,
    And made a sunshine in the shady place.
      - The Faerie Queene
         (bk. I, canto III, st. 4) [Face]

Whose plenty made him pore.
      - The Faerie Queene
         (bk. I, canto IV, st. 29) [Poverty]

His rawbone cheekes, through penurie and pine,
  Were shronke into his jawes, as he did never dyne.
      - The Faerie Queene
         (bk. I, canto IX, st. 35) [Poverty]

Sleepe after toyle, port after stormie seas,
  Ease after warre, death after life, does greatly please.
      - The Faerie Queene
         (bk. I, canto IX, st. 40) [Rest]

At last, the golden orientall gate
  Of greatest heaven gan to open fayre,
    And Phoebus, fresh as brydegrome to his mate,
      Came dauncing forth, shaking his dewie hayre;
        And hurls his glistring beams through gloomy ayre.
      - The Faerie Queene (bk. I, canto V, st. 2)

Like to an almond tree ymounted hye
  On top of greene Selinis all alone,
    With blossoms brave bedecked daintily;
      Whose tender locks do tremble every one,
        At everie little breath, that under heaven is blowne.
      - The Faerie Queene
         (bk. I, canto VII, st. 32) [Almonds]

"Oh, but," quoth she, great griefe will not be tould,
  And can more easily be thought than said."
      - The Faerie Queene
         (bk. I, canto VII, st. 41) [Grief]

Ay me, how many perils doe enfold
  The righteous man to make him daily fall!
      - The Faerie Queene
         (bk. I, canto VIII, st. 1) [Perils]

Entire affection hateth nicer hands.
      - The Faerie Queene
         (bk. I, canto VIII, st. 40) [Jealousy]

Saint George shalt called bee,
  Saint George of mery England, the sign of victoree.
      - The Faerie Queene (bk. I, canto X, st. 61)

O happy earth,
  Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!
      - The Faerie Queene (bk. I, canto X, st. 9)

The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
      - The Faerie Queene (bk. II, canto i, st. 4)

And through the hall there walked to and fro
  A jolly yeoman, marshall of the same,
    Whose name was Appetite; he did bestow
      Both guestes and meate, whenever in they came,
        And knew them how to order without blame.
      - The Faerie Queene
         (bk. II, canto IX, st. 28) [Appetite]

Yet neither spinnes, nor cards, ne cares nor fretts,
  But to her mother Nature all her care she letts.
      - The Faerie Queene (bk. II, canto VI)

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.
      - The Faerie Queene
         (bk. II, canto VII, st. 25) [Sleep]

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