Next was November, he full gross and fat, As fed with lard, and that right well might seem; For, he had been a fatting hogs of late.
Edmund Spenser Quotes
Yet never can he die, but dying lives, And doth himself with sorrow new sustain, That death and life attonce unto him gives, And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
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| Birth: | 1552 |
| Death: | 13th January, 1599 |
| Nationality: | British |
| Profession: | Poet |
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Edmund Spenser was an English poet best known for The Faerie Queene, an epic poem and fantastical allegory celebrating the Tudor dynasty and Elizabeth I. He is recognised as one of the premier craftsmen of Modern English verse in its infancy, and is often considered one of the greatest poets in the English language.
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