Quotation by Andrew Marvell

Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into 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 him run.
Andrew Marvell (1621–1678), British metaphysical poet. To His Coy Mistress, l. 41-6 (written c. 1650, published 1681).
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