The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

How Mutability in them doth play
Her cruel sports, to many men’s decay?
‘The Faerie Queen’ (1596) bk. 7, canto 6, st. 1
For all that moveth doth in Change delight:
But thenceforth all shall rest eternally
With Him that is the God of Sabbaoth hight:
O that great Sabbaoth God, grant me that Sabbaoth’s sight.
‘The Faerie Queen’ (1596) bk. 7, canto 8, st. 2
That beauty is not, as fond men misdeem,
An outward show of things, that only seem.
‘An Hymn in Honour of Beauty’ l. 90
For of the soul the body form doth take;
For soul is form, and doth the body make.
‘An Hymn in Honour of Beauty’ l. 132
I was promised on a time,
To have reason for my rhyme;
From that time unto this season,
I received nor rhyme nor reason.
‘Lines on his Pension’; attributed
What more felicity can fall to creature,
Than to enjoy delight with liberty.
‘Muiopotmos’ l. 209
Of such deep learning little had he need,
Ne yet of Latin, ne of Greek that breed
Doubts ’mongst Divines, and difference of texts,
From whence arise diversity of sects,
And hateful heresies.
‘Prosopopoia or Mother Hubbard’s Tale’ l. 385
Calm was the day, and through the trembling air,
Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play.
‘Prothalamion’ (1596) l. 1
With that, I saw two swans of goodly hue,
Come softly swimming down along the Lee;
Two fairer birds I yet did never see:
The snow which doth the top of Pindus strew,
Did never whiter show,
Nor Jove himself when he a swan would be
For love of Leda, whiter did appear.
‘Prothalamion’ (1596) l. 37
So purely white they were,