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.
From Edmund Waller
Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.
How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair!
Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, We should agree as angels do above.
So must the writer, whose productions should Take with the vulgar, be of vulgar mould.
Circle are praised, not that abound, In largeness, but the exactly round.
Others may use the ocean as their road; Only the English make it their abode.
Give us enough but with a sparing hand.
A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that 's good, and all that 's fair; Give me but what this riband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer'd and as God He taught.
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