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For all we knowOf what the blessed do aboveIs, that they sing, and that they love.
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There is a garden in her faceWhere roses and white lilies blow;A heavenly paradise is that place,Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow:There cherries grow which none may buyTill 'Cherry-ripe' themselves do cry.
Edmund Waller
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Under the tropic is our language spoke,And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke.
Edmund Waller -
He that alone would wise and mighty be, Commands that others love as well as he. Love as he lov'd! - How can we soar so high?- He can add wings when he commands to fly. Nor should we be with this command dismay'd; He that examples gives will give his aid: For he took flesh, that where his precepts fall, His practice, as a pattern, may prevail.
Edmund Waller -
Guarded with ships, and all our sea our own.
Edmund Waller -
My joy, my grief, my hope, my love,Did all within this circle move!
Edmund Waller -
In such green palaces the first kings reign'd,Slept in their shades, and angels entertain'd;With such old counsellors they did advise,And by frequenting sacred groves grew wise.
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That which her slender waist confinedShall now my joyful temples bind;No monarch but would give his crownHis arms might do what this has done.
Edmund Waller