Edmund Spenser Love Quotations

Gather therefore the Rose, whilst yet is prime, For soon comes age, that will her pride deflower: Gather the Rose of love, whilst yet is time.

All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.

Fresh spring the herald of love's mighty king.

She heard with patience all unto the end, / And strove to maister sorrowful assay, / Which greater grew, the more she did contend; / And almost rent her tender hart in tway / And love fresh coles unto her fire did lay: / For greater love, the greater is the losse...

Be judge ye heavens, that all things right esteeme, / How I him loved, and love with all my might, / So thought I eke of him, and thinke I thought aright.