Quote #24

Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide.

More from Andrew Marvell

  1. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance …
  2. My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis for object strange and high; It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility.
  3. What wondrous life in this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The…
  4. Love's whole world on us doth wheel.
  5. In busy companies of men.
  6. As lines, so loves oblique may well Themselves in every angle greet; But ours so truly parallel, Though infinite, can never meet.
  7. Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of li…
  8. Therefore the love which us doth bind, But Fate so enviously debars, Is the conjunction of the mind, And opposition of the stars.

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