Andrew Marvell

“He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene.”

“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.”

“To His Coy Mistress 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 love’s day. Thou by the Indian Gang...”

“Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.”

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

“Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires, Now let us sport us while we may, And now, li...”

“Had we but world enough, and time”

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

“But at my back I always hear Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found; Nor, in thy marble vault, shall so...”

“Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.”

“But at my back I always hear Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.”

“Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires, Now let us sport us while we may, And now, li...”

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

“But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near.”