The Sunflow’r, thinking ’twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t’ excuse the blame
ABRAHAM COWLEYCoy 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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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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Thus would I double my life’s fading space;For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
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What a brave privilege is it to be free from all contentions, from all envying or being envied, from receiving or paying all kinds of ceremonies!
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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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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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Our yesterday’s to-morrow now is gone, And still a new to-morrow does come on. We by to-morrow draw out all our store, Till the exhausted well can yield no more.
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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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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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Life for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live.
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When Israel was from bondage led,Led by the Almighty’s handFrom out of foreign land,The great sea beheld and fled.
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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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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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