And all for love, and nothing for reward.
Edmund Spenser

Gold all is not that doth golden seem.
Edmund Spenser

I was promised on a time - to have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
Edmund Spenser

Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please.
Edmund Spenser

The poets' scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed by death.
Edmund Spenser

Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
Edmund Spenser

And he that strives to touch the stars, Oft stumbles at a straw.
Edmund Spenser