Edmund Spenser Golden Quotations

Gold all is not that doth golden seem.

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.

Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.