This Indigested Vomit Of The

Annihilating All That's Made, To A Green Thought In A Green Shade.

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.

What Wondrous Life Is This I Lead! Ripe Apples Drop About My Head.

And Yonder All Before Us Lie Deserts Of Vast Eternity.

How Vainly Men Themselves Amaze, / To Win The Palm, The Oak, Or Bays; / And Their Incessant Labours See / Crowned From Some Single Herb Or Tree.