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Soft words, with nothing in them, make a song.

Edmund Waller

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Edmund Waller
Age: 81 †
Born: 1606
Born: March 3
Died: 1687
Died: October 21
Poet
Politician
Writer
Coleshill
Buckinghamshire
Gentleman that loves the peace
True son of the Church of England and a lover of his countries liberty
Edmund Waller
Nothing
Make
Soft
Words
Song

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Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
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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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Under the tropic is our language spoke, And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke.
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With wisdom fraught not such as books, but such as practice taught.
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To man, that was in th' evening made, Stars gave the first delight Admiring, in the gloomy shade, Those little drops of light.
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Poets may boast (as safely-vain) Their work shall with the world remain: Both bound together, live, or die, The verses and the prophecy. But who can hope his lines shou'd long Last, in a daily changing tongue? While they are new, envy prevails, And as that dies, our language fails.
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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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Ingenious to their ruin, every age improves the art and instruments of rage.
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The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made.
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