Quotes from Andrew Marvell

My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow.

Annihilating all that's made, To a green thought in a green shade.

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.

My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis, for object, strange and high; It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility.

Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime.

He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene.

Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.