Top 100 Quotes About Spenser
#1. Conrad placed on the title page an epigraph taken from Edmund Spenser's The Faerie Queene:
"Sleep after toyle, port after stormie seas,
Ease after warre, death after life, does greatly please"
This also became Conrad's epitaph.
#2. Plato understood love as a powerful engine that can destroy mankind or turn us to the good. Christ made that turn possible, and Spenser shows what can be done in the human soul if we take it.
#3. Immortal Spenser, no frailty hath thy fame but the imputation of this idiot's friendship!
#4. This Miss Wooster that I knew married a man named Spenser. Was she any relation?"
"She is my Aunt Agatha," I replied, and I spoke with a good deal of bitterness, trying to suggest by my manner that he was exactly the sort of man, in my opinion, who would know my Aunt Agatha.
#5. I don't even think my children are aware of what I've done. When somebody will ask me for my autograph, Spenser-Margaret will say, 'You must watch 'Charlie's Angels.' You know, that's like all I've done to them.
#6. Natalie Spenser was giving a dinner. She was not an easy hostess.
#7. The light of genius never sets, but sheds itself upon other faces, in different hues of splendor. Homer glows in the softened beauty of Virgil, and Spenser revives in the decorated learning of Gray.
#8. It is the mind that maketh good or ill, That maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor. - Edmund Spenser
#9. Yeah. Floyd is his batman."
His what?"
Batman, like in the British army, each officer had a batman, a personal servant."
You spend too much time reading, Spenser. You know more stuff that don't make you money than anybody I know.
#10. TEN GREATEST ENGLISH POETS Chaucer, Spenser, Shakespeare, Milton, Burns, Wordsworth, Keats, Shelley, Tennyson, Browning. TEN GREATEST ENGLISH ESSAYISTS Bacon, Addison, Steele, Macaulay, Lamb, Jeffrey, De Quincey, Carlyle, Thackeray and Matthew Arnold.
#11. BALDOCK: To die, sweet Spenser, therefore live we all;
Spenser, all live to die, and rise to fall.
#12. Sometimes it's better to be lucky than good. ~ Spenser
#13. If you read only the best, you will have no need of reading the other books, because the latter are nothing but a rehash of the best and the oldest. To read Shakespeare, Plato, Dante, Milton, Spenser, Chaucer, and their compeers in prose, is to read in condensed form what all others have diluted.
#14. I read Parker's Spenser series in college. When it comes to detective novels, 90 percent of us admit he's an influence, and the rest of us lie about it.
#15. from Arlington Street and onto the bridge. He had his hands in his coat pockets. "You Spenser?" he said. "Yes.
#16. Belson came into the apartment with some crime-scene people and two homicide detectives.
"This guy," Charlie said, and looked at his notebook, "Spenser. He was impersonating a police officer."
Belson glanced at him. "We all thought that," Belson said, "when he was a cop.
#17. Do you have a first name, Mr. Spenser'?" Jill said. She had a soft girlish voice with just a hint of huskiness at the edges.
I told her my first name.
#18. Later these tales would be retold and embellished by the genius of Mallory, Spenser, and Tennyson.
#19. One of Spenser's rules of detection is: Never poke around on an empty stomach. So I unpacked, got my gun, and went down for a club sandwich and
#20. I watched them taxi off across the grass and take off.
#21. All that in this world is great or gay,
Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay.
#22. 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.
#23. Aye me, how many perils do enfold
The righteous man, to make him daily fall?
Were not, that heavenly grace doth him uphold,
And steadfast truth acquite him out of all.
#24. Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state,
Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying
Thought
#25. For of the soule the bodie forme doth take;
For the soule is forme, and doth the bodie make.
#26. He that strives to touch the starts, oft stumbles at a straw.
#27. There's no justice for the back seat.
#28. In vain he seeketh others to suppress, Who hath not learn'd himself first to subdue.
#29. So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought;
Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
#30. For all that faire is, is by nature good;That is a signe to know the gentle blood.
#31. He oft finds med'cine, who his griefe imparts;
But double griefs afflict concealing harts,
As raging flames who striveth to supresse.
#32. My Love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How comes it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
But harder grows the more I her entreat?
#33. Yet gold all is not, that doth gold seem,
Nor all good knights, that shake well spear and shield:
The worth of all men by their end esteem,
And then praise, or due reproach them yield.
#34. We split a bottle of Norman cider. Not everybody sells Norman cider by the bottle.
"Has a European feel" Susan said.
"That sounds terrific" I said. "Can I have one?"
Susan grinned at me. "How did you ever get to be so big without growing up?" she said.
"Iron self-control" I said.
#35. Joy may you have and gentle hearts content
Of your loves couplement:
And let faire Venus, that is Queene of love,
With her heart-quelling Sonne upon you smile
#36. 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.
#37. Fondnesse it were for any being free,
To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
#38. Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.
#39. And he that strives to touch the stars
Oft stumbles at a straw.
#40. Sluggish idleness
the nurse of sin.
#41. For trumpets sterne to chaunge mine Oaten reeds,
And sing of Knights and Ladies gentle deeds;
#42. For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
#43. Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
#44. You have any suggestions, make them. I'm in charge but humble. No need to salute when you see me."
Fraser said, "Mind if we snicker every once in a while behind your back?"
"Hell, no," I said. "Everyone else does.
#45. Beauty is not, as fond men misdeem, an outward show of things that only seem.
#46. The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known,
For a man by nothing is so well betrayed
As by his manners.
#47. I learned have, not to despise,What ever thing seemes small in common eyes.
#48. Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
#49. For next to Death is Sleepe to be compared;
Therefore his house is unto his annext:
Here Sleepe, ther Richesse, and hel-gate them both betwext.
#50. Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play,
A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay
Hot Titan's beams, which then did glister fair
#51. Thank you sir," she said. "I hope that your friend feels better soon."
I shrugged. "The ways of the Lord" I said, "are often dark, but never pleasant.
#52. The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
#53. And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
#54. For deeds to die, however nobly done, And thoughts of men to as themselves decay, But wise words taught in numbers for to run, Recorded by the Muses, live for ay.
#55. Much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
#56. The Patron of true Holinesse,
Foule Errour doth defeate:
Hypocrisie him to entrappe,
Doth to his home entreate.
#57. Hark, how the cheerful birds do chaunt their lays, and carol of love's praise.
#58. Bright as does the morning star appear,
Out of the east with flaming locks bedight,
To tell the dawning day is drawing near.
#59. Together linkt with adamantine chains.
#60. 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.
#61. The poets' scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed by death.
#62. How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.
#63. Then came October, full of merry glee.
#64. A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine.
#65. How about the wrong crowd," I said. "You getting in with them?"
"Not much luck," Paul said. "I'm trying like hell, but the wrong crowd doesn't seem to want me."
"Don't quit," I said. "You want something, you go after it. I was nearly thirty-five before I could get in with wrong crowd.
#66. Vntroubled night they say giues counsell best.
#67. Vaine is the vaunt, and victory unjust, that more to mighty hands, then rightfull cause doth trust.
#68. I hate the day, because it lendeth light
To see all things, but not my love to see.
#69. Yet is there one more cursed than they all,
That canker-worm, that monster, jealousie,
Which eats the heart and feeds upon the gall,
Turning all love's delight to misery,
Through fear of losing his felicity.
#70. I was promised on a time
To have reason for my rhyme;
From that time unto this season,
I received nor rhyme nor reason.
#71. But times do change and move continually.
#72. Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please.
#73. The man whom nature's self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
#74. All for love, and nothing for reward.
#75. Has anyone ever told you," I said, "that you coalesce reality?"
"No. They only say that I'm good in the sack."
"They are accurate but limited," I said. "And if you give me their names I'll kill them.
#76. Laws ought to be fashioned unto the manners and conditions of the people whom they are meant to benefit, and not imposed upon them according to the simple rule of right.
#77. Good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete?
What! hath some wolfe thy tender lambes ytorne?
Or is thy bagpype broke, that soundes so sweete?
Or art thou of thy loved lasse forlorne?
#78. Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
#79. After a while I got hungry and went to the kitchen. There was nothing to eat. I drank another beer and looked again, and found half a loaf of whole wheat bread behind the beer in the back of the refrigerator ...
#80. Who would ever care to do brave deed,
Or strive in virtue others to excel,
If none should yield him his deserved meed
Due praise, that is the spur of doing well?
For if good were not praised more than ill,
None would choose goodness of his own free will.
#81. Each goodly thing is hardest to begin.
#82. Fresh spring the herald of love's mighty king.
#83. I trow that countenance cannot lie,Whose thoughts are legible in the eie.
#84. Man's wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
#85. Why then should witless man so much misweene
That nothing is but that which he hath seene?
#86. Yet nothing did he dread, but euer was ydrad.
#87. For that which all men then did virtue call, Is now called vice; and that which vice was hight, Is now hight virtue, and so used of all: Right now is wrong, and wrong that was is right
#88. And through the hall there walked to and fro A jolly yeoman, marshall of the same, Whose name was Appetite; he did bestow Both guestes and meate, whenever in they came, And knew them how to order without blame.
#89. The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
#90. Full many mischiefs follow cruel wrath;
Abhorred bloodshed and tumultuous strife
Unmanly murder and unthrifty scath,
Bitter despite, with rancor's rusty knife;
And fretting grief the enemy of life;
All these and many evils more, haunt ire.
#91. Fierce warres and faithfull loves shall moralize my song.
#92. All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
#93. Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
#94. Change still doth reign, and keep the greater sway.
#95. In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.
#96. Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
#97. [...] one louing howre
For many yeares of sorrow can dispence:
A dram of sweet is worth a pound of sowre
#98. Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
#99. Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
#100. Rising glory occasions the greatest envy, as kindling fire the greatest smoke.
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