Edmund Waller Quote Explained: My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move!

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Poets that lasting marble seek, Must come in Latin or in Greek.

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Virtue’s a stronger guard than brass.

- Edmund Waller

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While we converse with her, we mark No want of day, nor think it dark.

- Edmund Waller

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Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.

- Edmund Waller

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· England

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Give us enough but with a sparing hand.

- Edmund Waller

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· England

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To love is to believe, to hope, to know; ‘Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!

- Edmund Waller

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· England

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Fade, flowers, fade! Nature will have it so; ’tis but what we in our autumn do.

- Edmund Waller

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· England

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With wisdom fraught; not such as books, but such as practice taught.

- Edmund Waller

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· England

My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move!

My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move!

Poets that lasting marble seek, Must come in Latin or in Greek.

Virtue’s a stronger guard than brass.

While we converse with her, we mark No want of day, nor think it dark.

Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.

Give us enough but with a sparing hand.

To love is to believe, to hope, to know; ‘Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!

Fade, flowers, fade! Nature will have it so; ’tis but what we in our autumn do.

With wisdom fraught; not such as books, but such as practice taught.

The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders.

Art made by the people for the people, as a joy to the maker and the user.

It is no more in our power to love always than it was not to love at all. Explain

The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love. Explain

Grief at the absence of a loved one is happiness compared to life with a person one hates. Explain

At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone. Explain

I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.

One seeks to make the loved one entirely happy, or, if that cannot be, entirely wretched. Explain

My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move!

My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move!

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