All for love and nothing for reward.
Edmund Spenser (1552 - 1599)
Source: The Faerie Queene, 1590
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
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