So much one man can do that does both act and know.

The world in all doth but two nations bear- The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere.

He nothing common did, or mean, / Upon that memorable scene, / But with his keener eye / The axe's edge did try.

Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green glade ... Such was that happy garden-state.

Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness Lady were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges'side Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the flood.

I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness.

Now let us sport us while we may; And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour, Than languish in his slow-chapped power.