Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, We should agree as angels do above. — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
To love is to believe, to hope, to know; 'Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below! — 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… — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer'd and as God He taught. — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move! — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair! — 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
He that alone would wise and mighty be,Commands that others love as well as he.Love as he lov'd! - How can we… — 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,… — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
Consent in virtue knit your hearts so fast, That still the knot, in spite of death, does last; For as your tears,… — 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
