# The Faerie Queene - Author: [Edmund Spenser](https://www.leafyquotes.com/edmund-spenser.md) - Quotes: 33 - Book page: https://www.leafyquotes.com/edmund-spenser/the-faerie-queene ## Quotes > 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. > A monster, which the Blatant beast men call, > > A dreadfull feend of gods and men ydrad. > Who will not mercie unto others show, > > How can he mercy ever hope to have? > Her berth was of the wombe of morning dew, > > And her conception of the joyous Prime. > For we by conquest, of our soveraine might, > > And by eternall doome of Fate's decree, > > Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright. > And in his hand a sickle he did holde, > > To reape the ripened fruits the which the earth had yold. > For all that Nature by her mother-wit > > Could frame in earth. > 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. > But Justice, though her dome [doom] she doe prolong, > > Yet at the last she will her owne cause right. > 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. > Roses red and violets blew, > > And all the sweetest flowres that in the forrest grew. > Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled, > > On Fames eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled. > The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne. > > For a man by nothing is so well bewrayd, > > As by his manners. > Ill can he rule the great, that cannot reach the small. > And all for love, and nothing for reward. > But of his cheere did seeme too solemne sad; > > Yet nothing did he dread, but ever was ydrad. > And is there care in Heaven? And is there love > > In heavenly spirits to these Creatures bace? > A bold bad man, that dar'd to call by name > > Great Gorgon, Prince of darknesse and dead night. > 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. > 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. > Entire affection hateth nicer hands. > A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine. > That darksome cave they enter, where they find > > That cursed man, low sitting on the ground, > > Musing full sadly in his sullein mind. > As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright, > > And made a sunshine in the shady place. > The noblest mind the best contentment has. > O happy earth, > > Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread! > Ay me, how many perils doe enfold > > The righteous man, to make him daily fall! > Fierce warres and faithfull loves shall moralize my song. > Through thicke and thin, both over banke and bush > > In hope her to attaine by hooke or crooke. > 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. > Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound. > 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. > How oft do they their silver bowers leave > > To come to succour us that succour want!