"For what so strong, But wanting rest will also want of might? The Sunne that measures heauen all day long, At night doth baite his steedes the Ocean waues emong."

"And foorth they passe, with pleasure forward led, Ioying to heare the birdes sweete harmony, Which therein shrouded from the tempest dred, Seemd in their song to scorne the cruell sky. Much can they praise the trees so straight and hy, The sayling Pine, the Cedar proud and tall, The vine-propp Elme, the Poplar neuer dry, The builder Oake, sole king of forrests all, The Aspine good for staues, the Cypresse funerall.'The Laurell, meed of mightie Conquerours And Poets sage, the Firre that weepeth still, The Willow worne of forlorne Paramours, The Eugh obedient to the benders will, The Birch for shaftes, the Sallow for the mill, The Mirrhe sweete bleeding in the bitter wound, The warlike Beech, the Ash for nothing ill, The fruitfull Oliue, and the Platane round, The caruer Holme, the Maple seeldom inward sound."

"Oft fire is without smoke, And perill without show."

"Vertue giues her selfe light, through darkenesse for to wade."

"And all within were pathes and alleies wide, With footing worne, and leading inward farr."

"And on his brest a bloodie Crosse he bore, The deare remembrance of his dying Lord, For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore."

"His glistring armor made A litle glooming light, much like a shade."

"But of his cheere did seeme too solemne sad; Yet nothing did he dread, but euer was ydrad."

"Her angels face As the great eye of heauen shyned bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place; Did neuer mortall eye behold such heauenly grace."

"The generall end therefore of all the booke is to fashion a gentleman or noble person in vertuous and gentle discipline."

"So you great Lord, that with your counsell sway The burdeine of this kingdom mightily, With like delightes sometimes may eke delay, The rugged brow of carefull Policy."

"Fierce warres and faithfull loues shall moralize my song."

"O how can beautie maister the most strong, And simple truth subdue auenging wrong?"

"A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine."

"Some thought to raise themselues to high degree, By riches and vnrighteous reward, Some by close shouldring, some by flatteree; Others through friendes, others for base regard; And all by wrong waies for themselues prepard. Those that were vp themselues, kept others low, Those that were low themselues held others hard, Ne suffred them to ryse or greater grow, But euery one did striue his fellow downe to throw."

"One louing howre For many yeares of sorrow can dispence: A dram of sweete is worth a pound of sowre."

"Nought so of loue this looser Dame did skill, But as a cole to kindle fleshly flame, Giuing the bridle to her wanton will, And treading vnder foote her honest name."

"His feeling wordes her feeble sence much pleased, And softly sunck into her molten hart; Hart that is inly hurt, is greatly eased With hope of thing, that may allegge his smart, For pleasing wordes are like to Magick art, That doth the charmed Snake in slomber lay:"

"Dischord ofte in Musick makes the sweeter lay."

"Shee greatly gan enamoured to wex, And with vaine thoughts her falsed fancy vex: Her fickle hart conceiued hasty fyre, Like sparkes of fire, that fall in sclender flex, That shortly brent into extreme desyre, And ransackt all her veines with passion entyre."

"Through thicke and thin, both ouer banck and bush In hope her to attaine by hooke or crooke."

"Like dastard Curres, that hauing at a bay The saluage beast embost in wearie chace, Dare not aduenture on the stubborne pray, Ne byte before, but rome from place to place, To get a snatch, when turned is his face."

"For shee was full of amiable grace, And manly terror mixed therewithall, That as the one stird vp affections bace, So th'other did mens rash desires apall, And hold them backe, that would in error fall; As hee, that hath espide a vermeill Rose, To which sharpe thornes and breres the way forstall, Dare not for dread his hardy hand expose, But wishing it far off, his ydle wish doth lose."

"But as it falleth, in the gentlest harts Imperious Loue hath highest set his throne, And tyrannizeth in the bitter smarts Of them, that to him buxome are and prone:"

"So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortall life the leafe, the bud, the flowre, Ne more doth florish after first decay, That earst was sought to deck both bed and bowre, Of many a Lady, and many a Paramowre: Gather therefore the Rose, whilest yet is prime, For soone comes age, that will her pride deflowre: Gather the Rose of loue, whilest yet is time, Whilest louing thou mayst loued be with equall crime."

"But all those pleasaunt bowres and Pallace braue, Guyon broke downe, with rigour pittilesse; Ne ought their goodly workmanship might saue Them from the tempest of his wrathfulnesse, But that their blisse he turn'd to balefulnesse: Their groues he feld, their gardins did deface, Their arbers spoyle, their Cabinets suppresse, Their banket houses burne, their buildings race, And of the fayrest late, now made the fowlest place."

"The donghill kinde Delightes in filth and fowle incontinence: Let Gryll be Gryll, and haue his hoggish minde."

"Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound, Of all that mote delight a daintie eare, Such as attonce might not on liuing ground, Saue in this Paradise, be heard elswhere: Right hard it was, for wight, which did it heare, To read, what manner musicke that mote bee: For all that pleasing is to liuing eare, Was there consorted in one harmonee, Birdes, voices, instruments, windes, waters, all agree.'The ioyous birdes shrouded in chearefull shade, Their notes vnto the voice attempred sweet; Th'Angelicall soft trembling voyces made To th'instruments diuine respondence meet: The siluer sounding instruments did meet With the base murmure of the waters fall: The waters fall with difference discreet, Now soft, now loud, vnto the wind did call: The gentle warbling wind low answered to all."

"Sad, solemne, sowre, and full of fancies fraile She woxe; yet wist she nether how, nor why, She wist not, silly Mayd, what she did aile, Yet wist, she was not well at ease perdy, Yet thought it was not loue, but some melancholy."

"Suddeine they see from midst of all the Maine, The surging waters like a mountaine rise, And the great sea puft vp with proud disdaine, To swell aboue the measure of his guise, As threatning to deuoure all, that his powre despise."

"For who can shun the chance, that dest'ny doth ordaine?"

"O turne thy rudder hetherward a while: Here may thy storme-bett vessell safely ryde; This is the Port of rest from troublous toyle, The worldes sweet In, frō paine & wearisome turmoyle."

"And through the Hall there walked to and fro A iolly yeoman, Marshall of the same, Whose name was Appetite; he did bestow Both guestes and meate, when euer in they came, And knew them how to order without blame."

"The wretched man gan then auise to late, That loue is not, where most it is profest."

"What warre so cruel, or what siege so sore, As that, which strong affections doe apply Against the forte of reason euermore, To bring the sowle into captiuity."

"Of all Gods workes, which doe this world adorne, There is no one more faire and excellent, Then is mans body both for powre and forme, Whiles it is kept in sober gouernment."

"Slaunderous reproches, and fowle infamies, Leasinges, backbytinges, and vaineglorious crakes, Bad counsels, prayses, and false flatteries, All those against that fort did bend their batteries."

"As pale and wan as ashes was his looke, His body leane and meagre as a rake, And skin all withered like a dryed rooke, Thereto as cold and drery as a Snake, That seemd to tremble euermore, and quake."

"Gold al is not, that doth golden seeme."

"And is there care in heauen? and is their loue In heauenly spirits to these creatures bace, That may compassion of their euilles moue? There is: else much more wretched were the cace Of men then beasts. But O th'exceeding grace Of highest God, that loues his creatures so, And all his workes with mercy doth embrace, That blessed Angels, he sends to and fro, To serue to wicked man, to serue his wicked foe.'How oft do they, their siluer bowers leaue, To come to succour vs, that succour want, How oft do they with golden pineons, cleaue The flitting skyes, like flying Pursuiuant, Against fowle feendes to ayd vs militant: They for vs fight, they watch and dewly ward, And their bright Squadrons round about vs plant, And all for loue, and nothing for reward: O why should heuenly God to men haue such regard."

"A sort of epic poetry unheard of before. There no bloody wars are fought, no heroes wounded in a thousand different ways; no woman enticed away, and the world overturned for her cause; no empire founded; in short, nothing of what was deemed before the only subject of poetry."

"... chantés par le Camoèns, dont le poème fait sentir quelque chose des charmes de l'Odyssée et de la magnificence de l'Enéide."

"The first successful attempt in modern Europe to construct an epic poem on the ancient model."