Thrice happy is that humble pair, Beneath the level of all care! Over whose heads those arrows fly, Of sad distrust and jealousy. — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view, That stand upon the threshold of the new. — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
Could we forbear dispute, and practice love, We should agree as angels do above. Where love presides, not vice alone does find, No entrance… — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
Music so softens and disarms the mind That not an arrow does resistance find. — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
Lampoons, like squibs, may make a present blaze; but time and thunder pay respect to bays. — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
The fear of Hell, or aiming to be blest, Savors too much of private interest. This moved not Moses, nor the zealous Paul, Who… — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
All things but one you can restore; the heart you get returns no more. — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
To man, that was in th' evening made, Stars gave the first delight; Admiring, in the gloomy shade, Those little drops of light. — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
What use of oaths, of promise, or of test, where men regard no God but interest? — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
And as pale sickness does invade, Your frailer part, the breaches made, In that fair lodging still more clear, Make the bright guest, your… — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
Fade, flowers, fade! Nature will have it so; 'tis but what we in our autumn do. — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
For all we know Of what the blessed do above Is, that they sing, and that they love. While I listen to thy Voice. — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
