“Had we but World enough, and Time, This coyness Lady were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long Loves Day.”

“But at my back I always hear Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near”

“The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.”

“My vegetable love will grow Vaster than empires, and more slow.”