Andrew Marvell Quotes (43 Quotes)

Ye country comets, that portend No war, nor prince's funeral, Shining unto no higher end Than to presage the grasses fall....

As lines, so loves oblique, may well Themselves in every angle greet But ours, so truly parallel, Though infinite, can never meet.

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.

Why should I enrich my Fate?

What mints of men, what union of designs!

Now then love me: time may take
Thee before thy time away:
Of this Need wee'l Virtue make,
And learn Love before we may.

But 'twas beyond a mortal's share To wander solitary there Two paradises 'twere in one, To live in paradise alone.

The Pestilence of Love does heat :
Or Hatred's hidden Ulcer eat.

All law is uselesse all reward is due.

Earth cannot shew so brave a sight As when a single soul does fence The batteries of alluring sense, And heaven views it with delight.

Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.

Pardon, great Prince, if thus their fear of spite
More than our love and duty do thee right.

Self-preservation, nature's first great law, all the creatures, except man, doth awe.

To Love and Grief the fatal writ was 'signed;
(Those nobler weaknesses of human kind,
From which those powers that issued the decree,
Although immortal, found they were not free),
That they, to whom his breast still open lies,
In gentle passions should his death disguise:
And leave succeeding ages cause to mourn,
As long as Grief shall weep, or Love shall burn.

Thyrsis
A Chast Soul, can never mis't.

This delicious Solitude.

Ye living lamps, by whose dear lightThe nightingale does sit so lateAnd studying all the summer night,Her matchless songs does meditate.

Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime.

My vegetable Love should grow
Vaster then Empires, and more slow.

The Grave's a fine and private place But none I think do there embrace.

So, to make all Rivals vain,
Now I crown thee with my Love:
Crown me with thy Love again,
And we both shall Monarchs prove.

What wond'rous life is this I lead Ripe apples drop about my head The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine The nectarine and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnar'd with flow'rs, I fall on grass.

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

How vainly men themselves amaze; To win the palm, the oak, or bays.

Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green glade ... Such was that happy garden-state, ...

Engines more keen than ever yet Adorned Tyrants Cabinet Of which the most tormenting are Black Eyes, red lips and curled hair.

Enough; and leave the rest to Fame!

He hangs in shades the orange bright, Like golden lamps in a green night.

I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess to be a little wilderness.

For he did never love to pair
His Progeny above the Air;
But to be honest, valiant, wise,
Makes Mortals matches fit for Deityes.

Ametas
Think'st Thou that this Love can stand,
Whilst Thou still dost say me nay?

Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide.

He nothing common did or mean; Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye; The axe's edge did try.

When we have run our passions' heat,
Love hither makes his best retreat:
The gods, that mortal beauty chase,
Still in a tree did end their race;
Apollo hunted Daphne so
Only that she might laurel grow;
And Pan did after Syrinx speed
Not as a nymph, but for a reed.

Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.

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

The inglorious arts of peace.

Come little Infant, Love me now,
While thine unsuspected years
Clear thine aged Fathers brow
From cold Jealousie and Fears.

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

Who can foretell for what high cause; This darling of the Gods was born.

But all resistance against her is vain Who has the advantage both of Eyes and Voice. And all my forces needs must be undone, She having gained both the Wind and Sun.

The world in all does but two nations bear, The good, the bad, and these mixed everywhere.

Gentler times for Love are ment:
Who for parting pleasure strain
Gather Roses in the rain,
Wet themselves and spoil their Sent.