The fear of Hell, or aiming to be blest, Savors too much of private interest. This moved not Moses, nor the zealous Paul, Who for their friends abandoned soul and all. — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
The fear of hell, or aiming to be blest, savors too much of private interest. — 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
