Edmund Spenser

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Each goodly thing is hardest to begin.

The poets' scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed by death.

And all for love, and nothing for reward.

Sleep after Toil, Port after stormy Seas,
Ease after War, Death after Life, does greatly please.

And he that strives to touch the stars, Oft stumbles at a straw.

Her angel's face,
As the great eye of heaven shined bright,
And made a sunshine in the shady place.

He that strives to touch the starts, oft stumbles at a straw.