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• Poets that lasting marble seek Must come in Latin or in Greek.
  -- Edmund Waller (1605-1687) -- Of English Verse...
• And keeps the palace of the soul. -- Edmund Waller (1605-1687) -- Of Tea
• Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.
  -- Edmund Waller (1605-1687) -- Go, Lovely Rose...
• 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.
  -- Edmund Waller (1605-1687) -- To a Lady singing a Song of his Composing...
• Just passing through.
• We watch'd her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- The Death-Bed...
• The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made.
  Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home...
• Wow, some lady walked into my room, picked me up, and put her breast in my mouth.
  I liked it! -- A baby boys first tangeable though...
• How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair!
  -- Edmund Waller (1605-1687) -- Go, Lovely Rose...