And little now to make me wants, Or of the fowls or of the plants: Give me but wings as they, and I Straight floating in the air shall fly; Or turn me but, and you shall see I was but an inverted tree."* *Appleton House, to the Lord Fairfax. Yet although Marvell loved Nature, he did not live, like Herrick, far from the stir of war, but took his part in the strife of the times. He was an important man in his day. He was known to Cromwell and was a friend of Milton, a poet much greater than himself. He was a member of Parliament, and wrote much prose, but the quarrels in the cause of which it was written are matters of bygone days, and although some of it is still interesting, it is for his poetry rather that we remember and love him. Although Marvell was a Parliamentarian, he did not love Cromwell blindly, and he could admire what was fine in King Charles. He could say of Cromwell:-- "Though his Government did a tyrant resemble, He made England great, and his enemies tremble."* *A dialogue between two Horses. And no one perhaps wrote with more grave sorrow of the death of Charles than did Marvell, and that too in a poem which, strangely enough, was written in honor of Cromwell. "He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try: Nor called the gods with vulgar spite To vindicate his helpless right, But bowed his comely head, Down, as upon a bed."* *An Horatian ode upon Cromwell's return from Ireland. At Cromwell's death he wrote:-- "Thee, many ages hence, in martial verse Shall the English soldier, ere he charge, rehearse; Singing of thee, inflame himself to fight And, with the name of Cromwell, armies fright."* *Upon the Death of the Lord Protector. But all Marvell's writings were not political, and one of his prettiest poems was written about a girl mourning for a lost pet. "The wanton troopers riding by Have shot my fawn, and it will die.