How over that same door was likewise writ, Be bold, be bold, and everywhere be bold,
Edmund Spenser (1552 - 1599)
Source: The Faerie Queene, 1590
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
Source: Hymn of Beauty
For of the soul the body form doth take: For soul is form, and and doth the body make.
All for love and nothing for reward.
Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
The poets' scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed by death.
Roses red, and violets blue, And all the sweetest flowers, that in the forest grew.
But times do change and move continually.
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