Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide.
Self-preservation, nature's first great law, all the creatures, except man, doth awe.
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.
Annihilating all that's made, To a green thought in a green shade.
But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run