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Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime.

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Andrew Marvell
Age: 57 †
Born: 1621
Born: March 31
Died: 1678
Died: August 16
Poet
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Satirist
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Andrew Marvell
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Enough
Time
World
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Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green glade ... Such was that happy garden-state.
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Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.
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This indigested vomit of the Sea,Fell to the Dutch by Just Propriety.
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The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.
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Self-preservation, nature's first great law, all the creatures, except man, doth awe.
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But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near.
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My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow.
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And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.
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Annihilating all that's made, To a green thought in a green shade.
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Ye country comets, that portend No war, nor prince's funeral, Shining unto no higher end Than to presage the grasses fall. . . .
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Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining always, disappears In the weak circles of increasing years And his short tumults of themselves compose, While flowing Time above his head does close.
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How could such sweet and wholesome hours be reckoned, but in herbs and flowers?
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What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head.
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See how the Orient dew, Shed from the bosom of the morn Into the blowing roses, Yet careless of its mansion new For the clear region where 'twas born Round in its self encloses: And in its little globes extent, Frames as it can its native element.
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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.
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Twas beyond a mortal's share To wander solitary there: Two paradises 'twere in one To live in paradise alone.
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I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness.
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But Fate does iron wedges drive, And always crowds itself betwixt.
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