36 Total Quotes

Edmund Waller Quotes

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.
Edmund Waller
#English Poet

Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view, That stand upon the threshold of the new.
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#English Poet

Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.
Edmund Waller
#English Poet #Acts

The yielding marble of her snowy breast.
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#Breast

Circle are praised, not that abound, In largeness, but the exactly round.
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#English Poet

Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.
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#Men #English Poet

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

Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.
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#English Poet

Others may use the ocean as their road; Only the English make it their abode.
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That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which, on the shaft that made him die, Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high.
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#English Poet #Fate

Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot
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#Praise

The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more!
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#English Poet #Calm

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.
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#English Poet

The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.
Edmund Waller
#English Poet #Lies And Lying

Poets that lasting marble seek Must come in Latin or in Greek.
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#English Poet #Poet

So all we know of what they do above, Is that they happy are, and that they love.
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#Love

All human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings.
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#Value #English Poet

Give us enough but with a sparing hand.
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#English Poet

Thrice happy is that humble pair, Beneath the level of all care! Over whose heads those arrows fly, Of sad distrust and jealousy.
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#English Poet

The chain that's fixed to the throne of Jove, On which the fabric of our world depends, One link dissolved, the whole creation ends.
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#English Poet

Poets that lasting marble seek/ Must carve in Latin or in Greek.
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#Poet

Though with judgment we on things reflect,/ Our will determines, not our intellect.
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#Judgment

So must the writer, whose productions should Take with the vulgar, be of vulgar mould.
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#English Poet