“And now, when I have summed up all my store, Thinking (so I myself deceive) So rich a chaplet thence to weave As never yet the King of Glory wore, Alas! I find the serpent old, That, twining in his speckled breast, About the flowers disguised does fold With wreaths of fame and interest.” ThinkingDoeInterestRichFlowerKingsFameGloryStoresBreastsDeceivingAlasFoldsSerpentWreaths Author:Andrew Marvell
“But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found, Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long preserv'd virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place, But none I think do there embrace.” ThinkingTryingLongLyingSongTurnsFoundSoundFineEternityEmbraceGravesLustDustDesertHonourAshesWormsMarbleVirginityHurryingChariotsVaultsQuaint Author:Andrew Marvell
“Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness Lady were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges'side Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the flood.” ThinkingWorldWayYearsLongEnoughTimeSidesWalksLove YouCrimeTenDown AndComplainingIndianTidesFloodRubiesLong Love Author:Andrew Marvell
“The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.” ThinkingDeathDyingFineEmbraceGravesQuaint Author:Andrew Marvell
