Andrew Marvell Quotes

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

Therefore the love which us doth bind, But fate so enviously debars, Is the conjunction of the mind, And opposition of the stars.

Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime.

Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.

Self-preservation, nature's first great law, all the creatures, except man, doth awe.

The world in all doth but two nations bear- The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere.

Art indeed is long, but life is short.

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

And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept their time.

I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness.

He nothing common did, or mean, / Upon that memorable scene, / But with his keener eye / The axe's edge did try.

As lines, so loves oblique, may well Themselves in every angle greet; But ours, so truly parallel, Though infinite, can never meet.

Had it lived long, is would have been Lilies without, roses within.

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

Annihilating all that's made, To a green thought in a green shade.

My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow.

How vainly men themselves amaze, / To win the palm, the oak, or bays; / And their incessant labours see / Crowned from some single herb or tree.

And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.

What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head.

My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis, for object, strange and high; It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility.

How could such sweet and wholesome hours be reckoned, but in herbs and flowers?

Now let us sport us while we may; And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour, Than languish in his slow-chapped power.

Music, the mosaic of the air.

But Fate does iron wedges drive, And always crowds itself betwixt.

Twas beyond a mortal's share To wander solitary there: Two paradises 'twere in one To live in paradise alone.

How fit he is to sway That can so well obey.

This indigested vomit of the Sea,Fell to the Dutch by Just Propriety.

Though I carry always some ill-nature about me, yet it is, I hope, no more than is in this world necessary for a preservative.

Ye country comets, that portend No war, nor prince's funeral, Shining unto no higher end Than to presage the grasses fall. . . .

So much one man can do that does both act and know.

Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide.

Among the blind the one-eyed blinkard reigns

He nothing common did or mean Upon that memorable scene.

To wander solitary there:Two paradises ‘twere in oneTo live in paradise alone.

My vegetable love will growVaster than empires, and more slow.

Had we but world enough, and time...

Thus, though we cannot make our sunStand still, yet we will make him run.

Had we but world enough, and time

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

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.

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