My joy, my grief, my hope, my love,
Did all within this circle move!
Edmund Waller
My joy, my grief, my hope, my ...
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The fear of Hell, or aiming to be blest, Savors too much of private interest. This moved not Moses, nor the zealous Paul, Who for their friends abandoned soul and all.
Edmund Waller
Others may use the ocean as their road; Only the English make it their abode.
Edmund Waller
So must the writer, whose productions should Take with the vulgar, be of vulgar mould.
Edmund Waller
In other things the knowing artist may Judge better than the people; but a play, (Made for delight, and for no other use) If you approve it not, has no excuse.
Edmund Waller
Lampoons, like squibs, may make a present blaze; but time and thunder pay respect to bays.
Edmund Waller
