From “Verses upon His Divine Poesy”
THE SEAS are quiet when the winds give o’er;
So calm are we when passions are no more.
For then we know how vain it was to boast
Of fleeting things, too certain to be lost.
Clouds of affection from our younger eyes...
Edmund Waller
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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.Tell her that ’s young,
And shuns to have her graces spied,
That hadst thou sprung... -
That which her slender waist confined
Shall now my joyful temples bind;
No monarch but would give his crown,
His arms might do what this hath done.It was my heaven’s extremest sphere,
The pale which held that lovely deer:
My joy, my grief, my... -
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.Tell her that's young,
And shuns to have her graces spied,
That hadst thou sprung
In deserts, where no men abide...