Had It Lived Long, Is Would Have

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

Gather The Flowers, But Spare The Buds.

Annihilating All That's Made, To A Green Thought In A Green Shade.

And Yonder All Before Us Lie Deserts Of Vast Eternity.

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.