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Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.

Abraham Cowley

:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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Exalted Harmony Make Note Tell Woman
The Sunflow’r, thinking ’twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t’ excuse the blame
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Blame Excuse Made Nap Shame Sleep Strove Sunflow Thinking
Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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Active Arose Chose Fall Fame Moon Music Tenor
God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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Cain City First Garden God Made
Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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Company Life Solitary Wretched
Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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Conquer Death Over Poet Triumph
I would not fear nor wish my fate, but boldly say each night, to-morrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them; I have lived today.
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Cloud Display Fate Fear Morrow Night Wish
Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.
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Cottage Country Humble Meanest Palace Proud Scorn Sleep
Coy Nature, (which remain’d, though aged grown, A beauteous virgin still, enjoy’d by none, Nor seen unveil’d by anyone),
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Anyone Enjoy Nature Passion Science Still Virgin
As for being much known by sight, and pointed out, I cannot comprehend the honor that lies withal; whatsoever it be, every mountebank has it more than the best doctor.
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Comprehend Doctor Honor Lying Much Sight Whatsoever
Awake, awake, my Lyre!And tell thy silent master’s humble taleIn sounds that may prevail;Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire
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Awake Humble Inspire May Prevail Sound Talent
Why dost thou build up stately rooms on high, Thou who art under ground to lie? Thou sow’st and plantest, but no fruit must see, For death, alas! is reaping thee.
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Build Fruit Ground m Strategy Plantest Under
Why dost thou heap up wealth, which thou must quit, Or what is worse, be left by it? Why dost thou load thyself when thou ‘rt to fly, Oh, man! ordain’d to die?
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Art Dost Heap Left Lying Man Wealth Worse
All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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Act Appear Comedy Dull Noise World
There is some help for all the defects of fortune; for, if a man cannot attain to the length of his wishes, he may have his remedy by cutting of them shorter.
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Cutting Defect Fortune Length Man Wish
“We may talk what we please,” he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, “of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles
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Art Eagle Enthusiasm Garden Lion Oldest Please Talk

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