Edmund Waller

That eagle's fate and mine are one,
Which, on the shaft that made him die,
Espied a read more

That eagle's fate and mine are one,
Which, on the shaft that made him die,
Espied a feather of his own,
Wherewith he wont to soar so high.

The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build
Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.

The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build
Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.

All human things
Of dearest value hang on slender strings.

All human things
Of dearest value hang on slender strings.

His love at once and dread instruct our thought;
As man He suffer'd and as God He taught.

His love at once and dread instruct our thought;
As man He suffer'd and as God He taught.

Tea does our fancy aid,
Repress those vapours which the head invade
And keeps that palace of read more

Tea does our fancy aid,
Repress those vapours which the head invade
And keeps that palace of the soul serene.