Edmund Waller Quotes
The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.
Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.
Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.
To love is to believe, to hope, to know; 'Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!
Ingenious to their ruin, every age improves the art and instruments of rage.
Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, We should agree as angels do above.
All things but one you can restore; the heart you get returns no more.
Fade, flowers, fade! Nature will have it so; 'tis but what we in our autumn do.
Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.
But virtue too, as well as vice, is clad in flesh and blood.
Poets that lasting marble seek, Must come in Latin or in Greek.
Music so softens and disarms the mind That not an arrow does resistance find.
His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer'd and as God He taught.
The fear of God is freedom, joy, and peace; And makes all ills that vex us here to cease.
The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more!
Happy the innocent whose equal thoughts are free from anguish as they are from faults.