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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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Build Eternity Isthmus Life Proudly Two
I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast.
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Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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In fields d’or or d’argent; but, if heraldry were guided by reason, a plough in a field arable would be the most noble and ancient arms.”
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His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that
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Nature waits upon thee still, And thy verdant cup does fill; ‘Tis fill’d wherever thou dost tread, Nature’s self’s thy Ganymede.
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Life is an incurable disease.
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His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was in the right.
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Life might Nice Perhaps Tenet Wrong
Curs’d be that wretch (Death’s factor sure) who brought Dire swords into the peaceful world, and taught Smiths (who before could only make.
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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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Thus would I double my life’s fading space;For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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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

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