Edmund Waller

The fear of hell, or aiming to be blest, savors too much of private interest. ”

The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more! ”

Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade, And keeps that palace of the soul serene. ”

His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer'd and as God He taught. ”

Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, We should agree as angels do above. ”

To love is to believe, to hope, to know; Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below! ”

And as pale sickness does invade, Your frailer part, the breaches made, In that fair lodging still more clear, Make the bright guest, your soul, appear. ”

All human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings. ”

Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. ”

How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair! ”