At which she smil’d, and bid him go,
And take his bag, but thus much know,
When next he came a pilfering so,
He should from her full lips derive
Honey enough to fill his hive.’
Of Marvell I have spoken with such praise, as appears to me his due, on another occasion: but the public are deaf, except to proof or to their own prejudices, and I will therefore give an example of the sweetness and power of his verse.
‘To his Coy Mistress.
Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime.
We would sit down, and think which way