77 Quotes by Edmund Waller

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.

How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair!

Others may use the ocean as their road; Only the English make it their abode.

Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, We should agree as angels do above.

Give us enough but with a sparing hand.

Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view, That stand upon the threshold of the new.

Circle are praised, not that abound, In largeness, but the exactly round.

So must the writer, whose productions should Take with the vulgar, be of vulgar mould.

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.