A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that 's good, and all that 's fair; Give me but what this riband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
Edmund Waller (1605 - 1687)
Source: On a Girdle.
Contributed by: Zaady
For all we know Of what the blessed do above Is, that they sing, and that they love. While I listen to thy Voice.
How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair!
Source: Go, Lovely Rose.
The yielding marble of her snowy breast.
Source: On a Lady passing through a Crowd of People.
Could we forbear dispute and practise love, We should agree as angels do above.
Source: Divine Love. Canto iii.
Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.
Source: Upon Roscommon's Translation of Horace, De Arte Poetica.
Under the tropic is our language spoke, And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke.
Source: Upon the Death of the Lord Protector.
And keeps the palace of the soul.
Source: Of Tea.
Poets that lasting marble seek Must come in Latin or in Greek.
Source: Of English Verse.
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