77 Quotes by Edmund Waller

Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.

The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.

To love is to believe, to hope, to know; 'Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!

All human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings.

Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade, And keeps that palace of the soul serene.

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.

Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.

Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.

The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more!