Andrew Marvell, (1621-1678) Quotes

But at my back I always hear / Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near; / And yonder all before us lie / Deserts of vast eternity.

Two Paradises t'were in one, to live in Paradise alone.

But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near.

And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept the time.

Who can foretell for what high cause This daring of the gods was born?

My Love is of a birth as rare As 'tis for object strange and high: It was begotten by despair Upon Impossibility. [The Definition of Love]

In the inglorious arts of peace.

A green thought in a green shade.

Music, the mosaic of the air.

Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime . . . But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near . . .