...ball / To roll it towards some overwhelming question' inevitably calls up Marvell's 'Let us roll up all our strength, and all / Our sweetness, up into one ball' — and, therefore, the whole idea of carpe diem, the traditional answer to 'the failure to live'. Here, though,...

...but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime, it drives relentlessly toward its end: Let us roll all our strength, and all Our sweetness,...one ball: And tear our pleasures with rough strife, Thorough the iron gates of life. Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make...

...hour will be a welcome surprise. 19 As does Andrew Marvell in To His Coy Mistress', for instance : Let us roll all our strength, and all Our sweetness,...one ball; And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life. 20 Surfeit and its corrosive effects in society was a typical theme...

...seventeenth-century carpe diem lyric 'To His Coy Mistress', which ends with the following assertion: Let us roll all our strength, and all Our sweetness,...one ball: And tear our pleasures with rough strife, Thorough the iron grates of life. Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make...

...through longing chapt: chaps are literally jaws, so does this mean slowly chewing, slowly consuming? ^et us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, jdtear our pleasures with rough strjj: injrilijlTTlii ifnn jyiten of lifdH ius, though we cannot make...

...Andrew Marvell's 'To His Coy Mistress', combining its sense of rolling our sweetness up into a ball, 'to tear our pleasures with rough strife / Through the iron gates of life' (the Freudian ironies are obvious) with Laforgue's 'sentiment squeezed out of the word before one begins...

...now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour Than languages in his slow-chapped power. Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness...one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life: Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet -we will make...

...now, like am'rous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour, Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power, Let us roll all our strength, and all Our sweetness,...up into one ball; And tear our pleasures with rough sttife Thorough the iron gates of life, Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will...