“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.”

“He nothing common did or mean Upon that memorable scene.”

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

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

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

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

“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 conjunction of the mind, And opposition of the stars.”

“Had we but world enough, and time”

“Had we but world enough, and time...”

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

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