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• And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept the time.
  -- Andrew Marvell (1620-1678) -- Bermuda...
• Annihilating all that 's made To a green thought in a green shade.
  -- Andrew Marvell (1620-1678) -- The Garde...
• In busy companies of men. -- Andrew Marvell (1620-1678) -- The Garde
• There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men.
  A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell....
• Big Bright green PLEASURE MACHINE
• He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene.
  -- Andrew Marvell (1620-1678) -- Upon Cromwell's return from Ireland...
• My Love is of a birth as rare As 'tis, for object, strange and high
  It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility. -- Andrew Marvell...
• The grave's a fine and private place, but none, I think, do there embrace. -- Andrew Marvell
• The inglorious arts of peace.
  -- Andrew Marvell (1620-1678) -- Upon Cromwell's return from Ireland...