“To wander solitary there:Two paradises ‘twere in oneTo live in paradise alone.”

“For Juliana comes, and she, what I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me.”

“Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires, Now let us sport us while we may, And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour Than languish in his slow-chapped power.Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life: Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.”

“Had we but World enough, and Time, This coyness Lady were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long Loves Day.”

“As lines, so love's oblique, may wellThemselves in every angle greet :But ours, so truly parallel,Though infinite, can never meet.”

“My vegetable love will growVaster than empires, and more slow.”

“Like the vain curlings of the watery maze,Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise,So Man, declining always, disappearsIn the weak circles of increasing years;And his short tumults of themselves compose,While flowing Time above his head does close.”