Born in 1552 / Died in January 16, 1599 / United Kingdom / English
Each goodly thing is hardest to begin.
Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please.
It is the mind that maketh good of ill, that maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.
I was promised on a time - to have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.
The poets' scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed by death.
And he that strives to touch the stars, Oft stumbles at a straw.
And all for love, and nothing for reward.
He that strives to touch the starts, oft stumbles at a straw.
Shepheards delights he dooth them all forsweare, Hys pleasaunt pipe, whych made us meriment,...
What more felicity can fall to creature, Than to enjoy delight with liberty.
Walked forth to ease my pain Along the shore of silver streaming Thames,...
What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty.
Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, ease after war, death after life does greatly please.
A stern discipline pervades all nature, which is a little cruel that it may be very kind.
Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
That through thy prowess and victorious arms, Thy country may be freed from foreign harms;...
It is the mind that maketh good or ill, that maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.
Ye tradeful Merchants, that, with weary toil, Do seek most precious things to make your gain,...
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