Ah, yet, e’er I descend to th’ grave, May I a small House and a large Garden have. And a few Friends, and many Books both true
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The Sunflow’r, thinking ’twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t’ excuse the blame
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Ah, yet, e’er I descend to th’ grave, May I a small House and a large Garden have. And a few Friends, and many Books both true
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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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Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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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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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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Till the whole stream, which stopped him, should be gone, That runs, and as it runs, for ever will run on.
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The liberty of a people consists in being governed by laws which they have made themselves, under whatsoever form it be of government
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Man is too near all kinds of beasts,–a fawning dog, a roaring lion, a thieving fox, a robbing wolf, a dissembling crocodile, a treacherous decoy, and a rapacious vulture.
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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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Life for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live.
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Fill all the Glasses there; for why Should every Creature Drink but I? Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
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The liberty of a private man, in being master of his own time and actions, as far as may consist with the laws of God and of his country.
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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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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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When Harvey’s violent passion she did see, Began to tremble and to flee; Took sanctuary, like Daphne, in a tree
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