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Art indeed is long, but life is short.

Andrew Marvell

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Andrew Marvell
Age: 57 †
Born: 1621
Born: March 31
Died: 1678
Died: August 16
Poet
Politician
Satirist
Writer
Andrew Marvell
Indeed
Short
Art
Long
Life

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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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Music, the mosaic of the air.
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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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Self-preservation, nature's first great law, all the creatures, except man, doth awe.
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But Fate does iron wedges drive, And always crowds itself betwixt.
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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.
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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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My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow.
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How vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays And their uncessant labours see Crown'd from some single herb or tree. Whose short and narrow verged shade Does prudently their toils upbraid While all flow'rs and all trees do close To weave the garlands of repose.
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Among the blind the one-eyed blinkard reigns
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Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime.
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Had it lived long, is would have been Lilies without, roses within.
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What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head.
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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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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, alas, they know or heed How far these beauties hers exceed! Fair trees! where s'e'er your barks I wound, No name shall but your own be found.
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The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.
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Therefore the love which us doth bind, But fate so enviously debars, Is the conjunction of the mind, And opposition of the stars.
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