All that in this delightful garden grows, Should happy be, and have immortal bliss.
Edmund Spenser (1552 - 1599)
Source: The Faerie Queene, 1590
Contributed by: Zaady
Though last, not least.
Source: Colin Clouts Come Home Again
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.
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