...might do what this has done. It was my heaven's extremest sphere, The pale that held that lovely deer : My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within...circle move. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that 's good, and all that 's fair : Give me but what this ribbon bound, Take all the rest the sun...

...but wou'd give his crown, His arms might do what this has done. It was my heav'ns extreamest sphcar, The pale which held that lovely dear ; My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this cirele move. A narrow compass, and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair : Give me but...

...cannot say of it what was said, by a sweet poet, of the riband that encircled his mistress's waist — " A narrow compass, and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair." Minor poetry, however pleasing or perfect, must never be exalted to the same level with the sublimer...

...might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremes! sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer: or ribbon bound. Take all the rest the Sun goes round. TO ZELINDA. FAIREST piece of well-form'd earth...

...might do what this has done. It was my heaven's cxtremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer. My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within...good, and all that's fair ; Give me but what this riband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round. GO, LOVELY ROSE. Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that...

...cannot say of it what was said, by a sweet poet, of the ribbon that encircled his mistress's waist— " A narrow compass, and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair." Minor poetry, however pleasing or perfect, must never be exalted to the same level with the sublimer...

...cannot say of it what was said, by a sweet poet, of the ribbon that encircled his mistress's waist — " A narrow compass, and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair." Minor poetry, however pleasing or perfect, must never be exalted to the same level with the sublimer...

...might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremes! sphere. The pale which held that lovely deer: , calmly fair : Soft fell her words, as flew the air....never miss one day A walk so fine, a sight so gay. ribbon bound, Take all the rest the Sun goes round. FAIREST piece of well-form'd earth ! Urge not thus...

...might do what this has done. It was my heav'n's extremes! sphere, The pale that held that lovely deer ; My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within...that's good, and all that's fair. Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.1 It was about 1634 that Waller commenced his adoration...

...my joyful temples bind : It was my heav'n's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer ; r and inconstant, descending more at every breath of the tempest, t I A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair. Give me but what this...