It is a hard and nice subject for a man to speak of himself: it grates his own heart to say anything of disparagement, and the reader’s ear to hear anything of praise from him.
ABRAHAM COWLEYAwake, awake, my Lyre!And tell thy silent master’s humble taleIn sounds that may prevail;Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire
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The motions strait, and round, and swift, and slow, And short and long, were mixt and woven so, Did in such artful Figures smoothly fall, As made this decent measur’d dance of all. And this is Musick.
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Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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Both wise, and both delightful too. And since Love ne’er will from me flee, A mistress moderately fair, And good as Guardian angels are, Only belov’d and loving me.
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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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Nay, in death’s hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove’s.
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Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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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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I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that
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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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Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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To be a husbandman, is but a retreat from the city; to be a philosopher, from the world; or rather, a retreat from the world, as it is man’s, into the world, as it is God’s.
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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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