86 Quotes by Andrew Marvell

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.

Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run

Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide.

Annihilating all that's made, To a green thought in a green shade.

How could such sweet and wholesome hours be reckoned, but in herbs and flowers?

And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept their time.

And now, when I have summed up all my store, Thinking (so I myself deceive) So rich a chaplet thence to weave As never yet the King of Glory wore, Alas! I find the serpent old, That, twining in his speckled breast, About the flowers disguised does fold With wreaths of fame and interest.

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.

This indigested vomit of the Sea,Fell to the Dutch by Just Propriety.