Andrew Marvell Quotes

He nothing common did or mean Upon that memorable scene.

My love is of a birth as rareAs 'tis, for object, strange and high;It was begotten by DespairUpon Impossibility.

As lines, so loves oblique may well Themselves in every angle greet; But ours so truly parallel, Though infinite, can never meet. Therefore the love which us doth bind, But Fate so enviously debars, Is the conjunction of the mind, And opposition of the stars.

But Fate does iron wedges drive,And always crowds itself betwixt.

My vegetable love will growVaster than empires, and more slow.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpiresAt 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.

Thus, though we cannot make our sunStand still, yet we will make him run.

Had we but world enough, and time...