Edmund Waller Quotes

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So all we know Of what they do above Is that they happy are, and that they love.

Edmund Waller
Guarded with ships, and all our sea our own.

Edmund Waller
Music so softens and disarms the mind That not an arrow does resistance find.

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Poets that lasting marble seek
Must carve in Latin or in Greek.

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So was the huntsman by the bear oppressed,
Whose hide he sold—before he caught the beast!

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Thrice happy is that humble pair, Beneath the level of all care! Over whose heads those arrows fly, Of sad distrust and jealousy.

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In such green palaces the first kings reign'd,
Slept in their shades, and angels entertain'd;
With such old counsellors they did advise,
And by frequenting sacred groves grew wise.

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Why came I so untimely forth
Into a world which, wanting thee,
Could entertain us with no worth,
Or shadow of felicity?

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The Muses' friend, Tea, does our fancy aid,
Repress the vapours which the head invade,
And keeps the palace of the soul serene.

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For all we know
Of what the blessed do above
Is, that they sing, and that they love.

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He that alone would wise and mighty be,
Commands that others love as well as he.
Love as he lov'd! — How can we soar so high?—
He can add wings when he commands to fly.
Nor should we be with this command dismay'd;
He that examples gives will give his aid:
For he took flesh, that where his precepts fall,
His practice, as a pattern, may prevail.

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The chain that's fixed to the throne of Jove, On which the fabric of our world depends, One link dissolved, the whole creation ends.

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Others may use the ocean as their road,
Only the English make it their abode.

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To love is to believe, to hope, to know;
'Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!

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That eagle's fate and mine are one,
Which on the shaft that made him die
Espied a feather of his own,
Wherewith he wont to soar so high.

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How small a part of time they share
That are so wondrous sweet and fair!

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To man, that was in th' evening made,
Stars gave the first delight;
Admiring, in the gloomy shade,
Those little drops of light.

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So must the writer, whose productions should Take with the vulgar, be of vulgar mould.

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For all we know Of what the blessed do above Is, that they sing, and that they love. While I listen to thy Voice.

Edmund Waller