4 Andrew Marvell Quotes on Death

Andrew Marvell quotes on death

5. While thus he threw his Elbow round, Depopulating all the Ground, And, with his whistling Sythe, does cut Each stroke between the Earth and Root, The edged Stele by careless chance Did into his own Ankle glance; And there among the Grass fell down, by his own Sythe, the Mower mown.

17. But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.

18. Thy beauty shall no more be found; Nor, in thy marble vault shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long preserved virginity, And your quaint honor turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.

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