Mohanan Variyath

“Ah for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage,
These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage?
The keene cold blowes throug my beaten hyde,
All as I were through the body gryde.
My ragged rontes all shiver and shake,
As doen high Towers in an earthquake:
They wont in the wind wagge their wrigle tailes,
Perke as Peacock: but nowe it auales.”
― Edmund Spenser, The Shepherd's Calendar and Other Poems

“And he that strives to touch the stars
Oft stumbles at a straw.”
― Edmund Spenser, The Shepherd's Calendar: Twelve Aeglogues Proportionable To The Twelve Months

“Ah! when will this long weary day have end,
And lende me leave to come unto my love?

- Epithalamion”
― Edmund Spenser, Amoretti And Epithalamion

“..then he added, as if requiring a response to his own remark,
'Probably the greater the difference, the greater the similarity, and the greater the similarity, the greater the difference,' at that moment he did not yet know how right he was.”
― José Saramago, All the Names