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While we converse with her, we mark No want of day, nor think it dark.

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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
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Poets that lasting marble seek, Must come in Latin or in Greek.
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Fade, flowers, fade! Nature will have it so 'tis but what we in our autumn do.
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Thrice happy is that humble pair, Beneath the level of all care! Over whose heads those arrows fly, Of sad distrust and jealousy.
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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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Music so softens and disarms the mind That not an arrow does resistance find.
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How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair!
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Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.
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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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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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Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade And keeps that palace of the soul serene.
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With wisdom fraught not such as books, but such as practice taught.
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