...like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our Time devour, Than languish in his slow-chapt power. Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness...one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Through the iron gates of life. Thus, though we cannot make our Sun Stand still, yet we will make him...

...like am'rous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour, Than languish in his slow-chapt pow'r. Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness...make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run. His Highness the Lord Protector (1655), and Poem upon the Death of His late Highness the Lord Protector....

...like am'rous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour, Than languish in his slow-chapt pow'r. Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness...make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run. His Highness the Lord Protector (1655), and Poem upon the Death of His late Highness the Lord Protector....

...amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour Than languish in his slow-chapt ' power, i : ut old shapes of foul disease ; Ring out the narrowing...; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the t 2 the iron gates of life : Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run....

...hark back to the lusty combativeness of a time when Marvell's call to play was like a call to battle: Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness...one ball; And tear our pleasures with rough strife Through the iron gates of life? Or will he pass earth by in favor of some other planet badly in need...

...hark back to the lusty combativeness of a time when Marvell's call to play was like a call to battle : Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness...one ball; And tear our pleasures with rough strife Through the iron gates of life? Or will he pass earth by in favor of some other planet badly in need...

...languish in his slow-chagt pow'r. *3_. . ^j> ** ' 4° Let us roll all our Strength, and all j ^ • Our sweetness, up into one Ball : And tear our Pleasures...our Sun Stand still, yet we will make him run. The unfortunate Lover. L.' Alas, how pleasant are their dayes , With whom the Infant Love yet playes !...

...like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour, Than languish in his slow-chapt power. 40 x5'; pur sun 45 Stand still, yet we will make him run. 1681 THE GARDEN How vainly men themselves amaze,...

...and roll like a hoop. Hodgart quoted these lines from Andrew Marvell's poem "To His Coy Mistress": Let us roll all our strength, and all Our sweetness,...one ball: And tear our pleasures with rough strife, Through the iron gates of Life. "I don't quite know what's going on here," Hodgart adds. Chandler Davis...

...the exclamation point, this modern version of a traditional persuasion to love — compare Marvell's "Let us roll all our strength and all/ Our sweetness up into one ball" — is too troubled, doubtful, frightened to be sustained: Ah, love, let us be true To one another!...