‘To His Coy Mistress’ by Andrew Marvell

To His Coy Mistress BY ANDREW MARVELL 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. Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would… Continue reading ‘To His Coy Mistress’ by Andrew Marvell

‘The Garden’ by Andrew Marvell

How vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays, And their uncessant labours see Crown’d from some single herb or tree, Whose short and narrow verged shade Does prudently their toils upbraid; While all flow’rs and all trees do close To weave the garlands of repose. Fair Quiet, have I found… Continue reading ‘The Garden’ by Andrew Marvell