Edmund Waller

All human things
Of dearest value hang on slender strings.

All human things
Of dearest value hang on slender strings.

The fear of Hell, or aiming to be blest, Savors too much of private interest. This moved not Moses, nor read more

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.

The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er;
So calm are we when passions are no more!

The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er;
So calm are we when passions are no more!

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.

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.