Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run
Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime.
Self-preservation, nature's first great law, all the creatures, except man, doth awe.
The world in all doth but two nations bear- The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere.
What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head.
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.