Author of quotes: Edmund Spencer

The wife of Ulysses, weaving a shroud,
But spread your daily lesson
Once in the house went to sleep,
New wedding party moved away the time.
So, seeing that the passion was exhausted
And I weave relentlessly,
My favorite will always find an excuse
So my work to do a long stream of smoke.

Beloved in the theater world
All impassively staring look.
Participants in the play, I any,
Changing faces in different way.
Finding a reason for joy,
I tinsel Comedy take
When sorrow, trouble,
I'm doing a tragedy play.

Nothing under the sun eyes my love
Not fun when your favorite no
When you do not see before him the one
Whose beauty captivated all God's light.
She was veiled and in the dark I
The similarity of death was my life.

All praise your beauty,
And you know that you're beautiful,
But I'm one of your bright mind sing
And thy spirit, the virtuous and clear.
Wipes time hand impartial
Fairest of earthly beauty,
But the beauty of the soul it has no power,
Not afraid of her times cycle.

You are far away, and I with a in disorder,
And tear the heart out of its prison.
All chains except those marvelous strands,
It despises and longs for you.
It's hard to look like a bird
That food rushes nimbly.
Your eyes and long eyelashes
For the heart the same as for poultry grain.

He graduated from the path of the weary old year,
Was a new radiance in the morning
And began measuring days cycle.
Promising us peace and prosperity.
Let us for the new year's face
With gone away rainy at times
A bad weather shower and sinful acts
And life update the usual way.

Her eyes - my love light,
I, spellbound, watched
But the wondrous vision revealed to me,
I was too stout and bold.
And why I am the heat is not quenched
On that cold, in the soul of her,
And all in a sweat bubbling boil
In the fiercely growing lights?

And he ran, eyes drawing back,
As if led after him by his fear.