“Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires, Now let us sport us while we may, And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour Than languish in his slow-chapt power.” LifePoetryPassionSexPleasureLiving Book:The Complete Poems Source: The Complete Poems
“Let us roll all our strength, and all Our sweetness, up into one ball: And tear our pleasures with rough strife, Through the iron gates of life. Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.” StillsRunningPleasureSunTearsBallsIronGatesRoughSweetnessStrifeBirds Of Prey Author:Andrew Marvell
“Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires Now let us sport us while we may, And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour Than languish in his slow-chapped power. Let us roll our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball And tear our pleasures with rough strife Through the iron gates of life: Thus, while we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.” MayStillsSoulRunningSportsPleasureMorningSunFireTearsWillingBirdSkinsBallsInstantOur TimeIronGatesRoughSweetnessStrifePreyDewHueAmorousLanguishMorning DewBirds Of Prey Author:Andrew Marvell
“Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green glade ... Such was that happy garden-state.” WorldMindKindDoeMadeStatesHappinessPleasureSeaEssentialsOceanGardenGreenGardeningOther WorldsResemblanceTranscendingGarden State Book:To His Coy Mistress Source: To His Coy Mistress
