Others may use the ocean as their road; Only the English make it their abode. Edmund Waller More Quotes by Edmund Waller More Quotes From Edmund Waller How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair! Edmund Waller timesweetlove The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made. Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home: Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the threshold of the new. Edmund Waller darkhometime Consent in virtue knit your hearts so fast, Edmund Waller darkheartlife Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, Edmund Waller angellovelife The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, Edmund Waller lightdarktime The fear of Hell, or aiming to be blest, Savors too much of private interest. This moved not Moses, nor the zealous Paul, Who for their friends abandoned soul and all. Edmund Waller zealoustoo-muchsoul 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. Edmund Waller fateeaglesmade The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more! Edmund Waller passionseawind My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Edmund Waller circlesgriefmoving Lampoons, like squibs, may make a present blaze; but time and thunder pay respect to bays. Edmund Waller satiremaypay Circle are praised, not that abound, In largeness, but the exactly round. Edmund Waller circlesrounds And as pale sickness does invade, Your frailer part, the breaches made, In that fair lodging still more clear, Make the bright guest, your soul, appear. Edmund Waller guestssouldoe And keeps the palace of the soul. Edmund Waller palacessoul A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that 's good, and all that 's fair; Give me but what this riband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round. Edmund Waller compasssungiving Under the tropic is our language spoke, And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke. Edmund Waller yokelanguageart Thrice happy is that humble pair, Beneath the level of all care! Over whose heads those arrows fly, Of sad distrust and jealousy. Edmund Waller arrowslevelshumble 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. Edmund Waller rosetimesweet Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, We should agree as angels do above. Edmund Waller angelsaboveagreelove To love is to believe, to hope, to know; Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below! Edmund Waller hopelove-islovebelieve
