The Faerie Queene

Quotes

1. As withered weed through cruell winters tine,

   That feeles the warmth of sunny beames reflection,

   Liftes up his head, that did before decline

   And gins to spread his leafe before the faire sunshine.

2. 

   A monster, which the Blatant beast men call,

   A dreadfull feend of gods and men ydrad.

3. 

   Who will not mercie unto others show,

   How can he mercy ever hope to have?

4. 

   Her berth was of the wombe of morning dew,

   And her conception of the joyous Prime.

5. 

   For we by conquest, of our soveraine might,

   And by eternall doome of Fate's decree,

   Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.

6. 

   And in his hand a sickle he did holde,

   To reape the ripened fruits the which the earth had yold.

7. 

   For all that Nature by her mother-wit

   Could frame in earth.

8. 

   Me seemes the world is runne quite out of square,

   From the first point of his appointed sourse,

   And being once amisse growes daily wourse and wourse.

9. 

   But Justice, though her dome [doom] she doe prolong,

   Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.

10. 

    And as she lookt about, she did behold,

    How over that same dore was likewise writ,

    Be bold, be bold, and every where Be bold,

    That much she muz'd, yet could not construe it

    By any ridling skill, or commune wit.

    At last she spyde at that same roomes upper end,

    Another yron dore, on which was writ,

    Be not too bold.

11. 

    Roses red and violets blew,

    And all the sweetest flowres that in the forrest grew.

12. 

    Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled,

    On Fames eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.

13. 

    The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.

    For a man by nothing is so well bewrayd,

    As by his manners.

14. 

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

15. 

    And all for love, and nothing for reward.

16. 

    But of his cheere did seeme too solemne sad;

    Yet nothing did he dread, but ever was ydrad.

17. 

    And is there care in Heaven? And is there love

    In heavenly spirits to these Creatures bace?

18. 

    A bold bad man, that dar'd to call by name

    Great Gorgon, Prince of darknesse and dead night.

19. 

    Is not short paine well borne, that brings long ease,

    And layes the soul to sleepe in quiet grave?

    Sleepe after toyle, port after stormie seas,

    Ease after warre, death after life does greatly please.

20. 

    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.

21. 

    Entire affection hateth nicer hands.

22. 

    A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine.

23. 

    That darksome cave they enter, where they find

    That cursed man, low sitting on the ground,

    Musing full sadly in his sullein mind.

24. 

    As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright,

    And made a sunshine in the shady place.

25. 

    The noblest mind the best contentment has.

26. 

    O happy earth,

    Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!

27. 

    Ay me, how many perils doe enfold

    The righteous man, to make him daily fall!

28. 

    Fierce warres and faithfull loves shall moralize my song.

29. 

    Through thicke and thin, both over banke and bush

    In hope her to attaine by hooke or crooke.

30. 

    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.

31. 

    Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound.

32. 

    Into the woods thenceforth in hast she went,

    To seeke for hearbes, that mote him remedy;

    For she of hearbes had great intendiment,

    Taught of the Nymphe, which from her infancy

    Her nourced had in trew Nobility:

    There, whether it divine Tobacco were,

    Or Panachaea, or Polygony,

    She found, and brought it to her patient deare

    Who al this while lay bleeding out his hart-bloud neare.

33. 

    How oft do they their silver bowers leave

    To come to succour us that succour want!

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