Andrew Marvell Quotes

Had we but world enough, and time.
To his Coy Mistress

But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
To his Coy Mistress

Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
To his Coy Mistress

My Love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis, for object, strange and high;
It was begotten by Despair,
Upon Impossibility.
The Definition of Love

Gather the Flow'rs, but spare the Buds.
The Picture of little T.C.
in a Prospect of Flowers

How could such sweet and wholesome hours
Be reckoned but with herbs and flowers!
The Garden

Music, the mosaic of the air.
Music's Empire

Among the blind the one-eye'd blinkard reigns.
The Character of Holland

The world in all doth but two nations bear,
The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere.
The Loyal Scot

to Andrew Marvell