Occupation: Poet Birth: March 31, 1621 Death: August 16, 1678
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 ….
But Fate does iron wedges drive, And always crowds itself betwixt..
Therefore the love which us doth bind, But fate so enviously debars, Is the conjunction of the mind, And opposition of the stars..
Gather the flowers, but spare the buds..
Had it lived long, is would have been Lilies without, roses within..
How could such sweet and wholesome hours be reckoned, but in herbs and flowers?.
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..
Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime..
Though I carry always some ill-nature about me, yet it is, I hope, no more than is in this world necessary for a preservative..
What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The necta….
My mind was once the true survey Of all these meadows fresh and gay; And in the greenness of the grass Did see its hopes as in a glass..
Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Ye….
How vainly men themselves amaze, / To win the palm, the oak, or bays; / And their incessant labours see / Crowned from some single herb or tree..
How fit he is to sway That can so well obey..
No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name. Little, a….
Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide..
Art indeed is long, but life is short..
And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept their time..
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, Al….
My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow..
This indigested vomit of the Sea,Fell to the Dutch by Just Propriety..