Occupation: Playwright Death: 1601
Shape your coat according to your cloth..
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do….
The Sun shineth as well on the good as the bad: God from on high beholdeth all the workers of iniquity, as well as the upright of heart..
Beauty is but a flower Which wrinkles will devour; Brightness falls from the air; Queens have died young and fair; Dust hath closed Helen's eye..
Blest is that government where no art thrives..
Our learning ought to be our lives' amendment, and the fruits of our private study ought to appear in our public behavior..
From winter, plague and pestilence, good lord, deliver us!.
New herrings, new!' we must cry, every time we make ourselves public, or else we shall be christened with a hundred new titles of idiotism..
A traveller must have the back of an ass to bear all, a tongue like the tail of a dog to flatter all, the mouth of a hog to eat what is set before hi….
Fair summer droops, droop men and beasts therefore: So fair a summer look for never more. All good things vanish, less than in a day, Peace, plenty, ….
Poetry is the honey of all flowers, the quintessence of all sciences, the marrow of wit, and the very phrase of angels..
Immortal Spenser, no frailty hath thy fame but the imputation of this idiot's friendship!.
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king.