77 Quotes by Edmund Waller

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

His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer’d and as God He taught.

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.

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

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