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,...

Had we but world enough, and time

Thus, though we cannot make our sunStand still, yet we will make him run.

Had we but world enough, and time…

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

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

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 love’s day.

What wondrous life in this I leadRipe apples drop about my head

To His Coy MistressHad 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 love’s day. Thou by the...

But Fate does iron wedges drive,And always crowds itself betwixt.

But at my back I always hear Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found; Nor, in thy marble vault, shall...

As lines, so loves oblique may well Themselves in every angle greet; But ours so truly parallel, Though infinite, can never meet. Therefore the love which us doth bind, But Fate so enviously debars, Is...

The grave’s a fine and private place,But none, I think, do there embrace.

My love is of a birth as rareAs ’tis, for object, strange and high;It was begotten by DespairUpon Impossibility.

Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.

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...