This Indigested Vomit Of The Sea,fell To

Twas Beyond A Mortal's Share To Wander Solitary There: Two Paradises 'twere In One To Live In Paradise Alone.

Had We But World Enough, And Time, This Coyness, Lady, Were No Crime.

No White Nor Red Was Ever Seen So Am'rous As This Lovely Green. Fond Lovers, Cruel As Their Flame, Cut In These Trees Their Mistress' Name. Little, Alas, They Know Or Heed How Far These Beauties Hers Exceed! Fair Trees! Where S'e'er Your Barks I Wound, No Name Shall But Your Own Be Found.

Art Indeed Is Long, But Life Is Short.

The Grave's A Fine And Private Place, But None, I Think, Do There Embrace.