Edmund Waller

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.

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.

All human things
Of dearest value hang on slender strings.

All human things
Of dearest value hang on slender strings.

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!