“My love is of a birth as rareAs 'tis, for object, strange and high;It was begotten by DespairUpon Impossibility.”
Andrew Marvell“But Fate does iron wedges drive,And always crowds itself betwixt.”
Andrew Marvell“To wander solitary there:Two paradises ‘twere in oneTo live in paradise alone.”
Andrew Marvell“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.”
Andrew Marvell, The Complete Poems“Thus, though we cannot make our sunStand still, yet we will make him run.”
Andrew Marvell, To His Coy Mistress“Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.”
Andrew Marvell, To His Coy Mistress