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Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.

Andrew Marvell

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Andrew Marvell
Age: 57 †
Born: 1621
Born: March 31
Died: 1678
Died: August 16
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Andrew Marvell
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This indigested vomit of the Sea,Fell to the Dutch by Just Propriety.
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Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide.
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And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept their time.
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Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime.
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Art indeed is long, but life is short.
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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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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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But Fate does iron wedges drive, And always crowds itself betwixt.
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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 nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
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My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow.
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The world in all doth but two nations bear- The good, the bad and these mixed everywhere.
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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.
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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.
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The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.
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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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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, Alas! I find the serpent old, That, twining in his speckled breast, About the flowers disguised does fold With wreaths of fame and interest.
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