Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
ABRAHAM COWLEY
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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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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Begin, be bold, and venture to be wise, He who defers this work from day to day, Does on a river’s bank expecting stay
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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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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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Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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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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Fill all the Glasses there; for why Should every Creature Drink but I? Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
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His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
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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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“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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