His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer’d and as God He taught. — Edmund Waller
His love at once and dread instruct our thought; as man he suffer’d and as God he taught. — Edmund Waller
Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view, that stand upon the threshold of the new. — Edmund Waller
Poets lose half the praise they should have got, could it be known what they discreetly blot. — Edmund Waller
So must the writer, whose productions should take with the vulgar, be of vulgar mould. — Edmund Waller
Tea does our fancy aid, repress those vapours which the head invade, and keeps that palace of the soul serene. — Edmund Waller
The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, her humble nest, lies silent in the field. — Edmund Waller
The seas are quiet when the winds give o’er; so calm are we when passions are no more! — Edmund Waller