Edward Taylor Quotes

This goes to pot, that not Nature doth call. Strive not above what strength hath got, Lest in the brawle Thou fall.
Edward Taylor (1645-1729), U.S. poet. Upon a Spider Catching a Fly (l. 26-30). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
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This Frey seems thus to us: Hells Spider gets His intrails spun to whip Cords thus, And wove to nets, And sets.
Edward Taylor (1645-1729), U.S. poet. Upon a Spider Catching a Fly (l. 31-35). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
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As if her velvet helmet high Did turret rationality. She fans her wing up to the winde As if her Pettycoate were lin'de With reasons fleece, and hoises saile And humming flies in thankfull gaile
Edward Taylor (1645-1729), U.S. poet. Upon a Wasp Chilled with Cold (l. 21-26). . . Poets of the English Language, Vols. I-V. Vol. I: Langland to Spenser; Vol. II: Marlowe to Marvell; Vol. III: Milton to Goldsmith; Vol. IV: Blake to Poe; Vol. V: Tennyson to Yeats. W. H. Auden and Norman Holmes Pearson, eds. (1950) The Viking Press.
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