Top 54 Edmund Waller Quotes

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

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#2. To love is to believe, to hope, to know;
'Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!

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

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#4. Soft words, with nothing in them, make a song.

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#5. To man, that was in th' evening made,
Stars gave the first delight;
Admiring, in the gloomy shade,
Those little drops of light.

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#6. What use of oaths, of promise, or of test, where men regard no God but interest?

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#7. When religion doth with virtue join, it makes a hero like an angel shine.

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

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#9. All things but one you can restore; the heart you get returns no more.

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

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#11. Music so softens and disarms the mind That not an arrow does resistance find.

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#12. 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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#13. Happy is she that from the world retires, and carries with her what the world admires.

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#14. Fade, flowers, fade! Nature will have it so; 'tis but what we in our autumn do.

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

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#16. For all we know Of what the blessed do above Is, that they sing, and that they love. While I listen to thy Voice.

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#17. Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.

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#18. My joy, my grief, my hope, my love,
Did all within this circle move!

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#19. While we converse with her, we mark
No want of day, nor think it dark.

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

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#21. If its length be not considered a merit, it hath no other.

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#22. In other things the knowing artist may Judge better than the people; but a play, (Made for delight, and for no other use) If you approve it not, has no excuse.

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#23. 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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#24. The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.

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#25. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.

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#26. Under the tropic is our language spoke, And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke.

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#27. The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd,
Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made.

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#28. Lampoons, like squibs, may make a present blaze; but time and thunder pay respect to bays.

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

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#30. Others may use the ocean as their road; Only the English make it their abode.

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#31. Since thou wouldst needs, bewitched with some ill charms, Be buried in those monumental arms: As we can wish, is, may that earth lie light Upon thy tender limbs, and so good night.

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#32. 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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#33. All human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings.

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#34. But virtue too, as well as vice, is clad in flesh and blood.

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#35. Virtue's a stronger guard than brass.

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

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#37. Give us enough but with a sparing hand.

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#38. Happy the innocent whose equal thoughts are free from anguish as they are from faults.

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#39. Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.

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#40. Gods, that never change their state, vary oft their love and hate.

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#41. The rising sun complies with our weak sight, First gilds the clouds, then shows his globe of light At such a distance from our eyes, as though He knew what harm his hasty beams would do.

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#42. Poets may boast (as safely-vain) Their work shall with the world remain: Both bound together, live, or die, The verses and the prophecy. But who can hope his lines shou'd long Last, in a daily changing tongue? While they are new, envy prevails, And as that dies, our language fails.

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#43. 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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#44. Circle are praised, not that abound, In largeness, but the exactly round.

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#45. And keeps the palace of the soul.

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

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#47. The fear of God is freedom, joy, and peace;
And makes all ills that vex us here to cease.

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

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#49. With wisdom fraught; not such as books, but such as practice taught.

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#50. 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.

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#51. His kingdom come! For this we pray in vain,
Unless He does in our affections reign.
How fond it were to wish for such a King,
And no obedience to his sceptre bring,
Whose yoke is easy, and His burthen light;
His service freedom, and His judgments right.

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#52. 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.

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#53. Ingenious to their ruin, every age improves the art and instruments of rage.

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

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