But Fate Does Iron Wedges

The World In All Doth But Two Nations Bear- The Good, The Bad; And These Mixed Everywhere.

But Fate Does Iron Wedges Drive, And Always Crowds Itself Betwixt.

My Mind Was Once The True Survey Of All These Meadows Fresh And Gay; And In The Greenness Of The Grass Did See Its Hopes As In A Glass.

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 Love You Ten Years Before The Flood.

Had It Lived Long, Is Would Have Been Lilies Without, Roses Within.