To man, that was in th' evening made, Stars gave the first delight; Admiring, in the gloomy shade, Those little drops of… — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
His kingdom come!" For this we pray in vain, Unless He does in our affections reign. How fond it were to wish… — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
The rising sun complies with our weak sight, First gilds the clouds, then shows his globe of light At such a distance… — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush… — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made. — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
Since thou wouldst needs, bewitched with some ill charms, Be buried in those monumental arms: As we can wish, is, may that… — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made. Stronger by weakness, wiser men… — 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
