Quotes by : Andrew Marvell

Had we but world enough, and time

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

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

But at my back I always hear Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts....

As lines, so loves oblique may well Themselves in every angle greet; But ours so truly parallel, Though....

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

He nothing common did or mean Upon that memorable scene.

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

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 sunStand still, yet we will make him run.