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How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair!
Edmund Waller
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Edmund Waller
Age: 81 †
Born: 1606
Born: March 3
Died: 1687
Died: October 21
Poet
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Coleshill
Buckinghamshire
Gentleman that loves the peace
True son of the Church of England and a lover of his countries liberty
Edmund Waller
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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.
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The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.
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Since thou wouldst needs, bewitched with some ill charms, Be buried in those monumental arms: As we can wish, is, may that earth lie light Upon thy tender limbs, and so good night.
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And keeps the palace of the soul.
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That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which, on the shaft that made him die, Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high.
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Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, We should agree as angels do above.
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But virtue too, as well as vice, is clad in flesh and blood.
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Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade And keeps that palace of the soul serene.
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Virtue's a stronger guard than brass.
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Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.
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Fade, flowers, fade! Nature will have it so 'tis but what we in our autumn do.
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Happy the innocent whose equal thoughts are free from anguish as they are from faults.
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