Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
ABRAHAM COWLEYWater and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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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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His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
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The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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The present is an eternal now.
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Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
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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! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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And I myself a Catholic will be, So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee. Hail, Bard triumphant! and some care bestow On us, the Poets militant below.
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This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
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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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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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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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