And Yonder All Before Us Lie Deserts

Had It Lived Long, Is Would Have Been Lilies Without, Roses Within.

How Vainly Men Themselves Amaze To Win The Palm, The Oak, Or Bays; And Their Uncessant Labours See Crown'd From Some Single Herb Or Tree. Whose Short And Narrow Verged Shade Does Prudently Their Toils Upbraid; While All Flow'rs And All Trees Do Close To Weave The Garlands Of Repose.

Had We But World Enough, And Time, This Coyness, Lady, Were No Crime.

Casting The Body's Vest Aside, My Soul Into The Boughs Does Glide.

He Nothing Common Did, Or Mean, / Upon That Memorable Scene, / But With His Keener Eye / The Axe's Edge Did Try.