Edmund Spenser

How over that same door was likewise writ, Be bold, be bold, and everywhere be bold,

Another iron door, on which was writ, Be not too bold.

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.

Beauty is the bait which with delight allures man to enlarge his kind.

For of the soul the body form doth take: For soul is form, and and doth the body make.

Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.

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.

What more felicity can fall to creature, Than to enjoy delight with liberty.

The gentle man by gentle deeds in known. For a man by nothing is so well bewrayed, As by his manners.

All that in this delightful garden grows, Should happy be, and have immortal bliss.