Quote #14

There is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies blow; A heavenly paradise is that place, Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow: There cherries grow which none may buy Till 'Cherry-ripe' themselves do cry.

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  1. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made; Stronger by weakness, wiser, men become…
  2. The yielding marble of her snowy breast.
  3. Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.
  4. That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which on the shaft that made him die Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high.
  5. The Muses' friend, Tea, does our fancy aid, Repress the vapours which the head invade, ? And keeps the palace of the soul serene.
  6. A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that 's good, and all that 's fair; Give me but what this riband bound, Take all the rest the sun…
  7. Poets that lasting marble seek Must come in Latin or in Greek.
  8. For all we know Of what the blessed do above Is, that they sing, and that they love.

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