Andrew Marvell

“ And, us to join, the world should all
Be cramp'd into a planisphere.
As lines, so loves oblique may well
Themselves in every angle greet;
But ours so truly parallel,
Though infinite, can never meet. ”

“ My love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis for object strange and high;
It was begotten by Despair
Upon Impossibility. ”

“ But Fate does iron wedges drive,
And always crowds itself betwixt. ”