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• Her berth was of the wombe of morning dew, And her conception of the joyous Prime.
  -- Edmund Spenser (1553-1599) -- The Faerie Queene, Book iii, Canto vi, St. 3...
• Ay me, how many perils doe enfold The righteous man, to make him daily fall!
  -- Edmund Spenser (1553-1599) -- The Faerie Queene, Book i, Canto viii, St. 1...
• Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.
  -- Edmund Waller (1605-1687) -- Go, Lovely Rose...
• Behold, whiles she before the altar stands, Hearing the holy priest that to her speakes, And blesseth her with his two happy hands.
  -- Edmund Spenser (1553-1599) -- Epithalamion, Line 223...
• O happy earth, Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!
  -- Edmund Spenser (1553-1599) -- The Faerie Queene, Book i, Canto i, St. 9...
• Opportunity has hair in front, but behind she is bald
  if you seize her by the forelock, you may hold her, but if suffered to escape, not Jupiter himself can catch her again....
• Well, there's Grand Duchess Sophia of Turin...we'll never get _her_ to marry him.
  Why not? Because she's _met_ him... -- Edmund and Baldrick : Amy and Amiability...
• As when in Cymbrian plaine An heard of bulles, whom kindly rage doth sting, Doe for the milky mothers want complaine, And fill the fieldes with troublous bellowing.
  -- Edmund Spenser (1553-1599) -- The Faerie Queene, Book i, Canto viii, St. 11...
• For all that Nature by her mother-wit Could frame in earth.
  -- Edmund Spenser (1553-1599) -- The Faerie Queene, Book iv, Canto x, St. 21...