The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
ABRAHAM COWLEYNay, in death’s hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove’s.
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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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A mighty pain to love it is, And ’tis a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain Is to love, but love in vain.
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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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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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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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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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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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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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To-day is ours; what do we fear? To-day is ours; we have it here. Let’s treat it kindly, that it may Wish, at least, with us to stay.
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May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.
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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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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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“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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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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