77 Quotes by Edmund Waller

Happy the innocent whose equal thoughts are free from anguish as they are from faults.

Fade, flowers, fade! Nature will have it so; 'tis but what we in our autumn do.

Music so softens and disarms the mind That not an arrow does resistance find.

For all we know Of what the blessed do above Is, that they sing, and that they love. While I listen to thy Voice.

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.

Consent in virtue knit your hearts so fast, That still the knot, in spite of death, does last; For as your tears, and sorrow-wounded soul, Prove well that on your part this bond is whole, So all we know of what they do above, Is that they happy are, and that they love. Let dark oblivion, and the hollow grave, Content themselves our frailer thoughts to have; Well-chosen love is never taught to die, But with our nobler part invades the sky.

The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made.

To man, that was in th' evening made, Stars gave the first delight; Admiring, in the gloomy shade, Those little drops of light.

Under the tropic is our language spoke, And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke.