Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
ABRAHAM COWLEY
Why dost thou heap up wealth, which thou must quit, Or what is worse, be left by it? Why dost thou load thyself when thou ‘rt to fly, Oh, man! ordain’d to die?
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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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The monster London laugh at me.
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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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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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Man is too near all kinds of beasts,–a fawning dog, a roaring lion, a thieving fox, a robbing wolf, a dissembling crocodile, a treacherous decoy, and a rapacious vulture.
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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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Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
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To be a husbandman, is but a retreat from the city; to be a philosopher, from the world; or rather, a retreat from the world, as it is man’s, into the world, as it is God’s.
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I might be master at last of a small house and a large garden, with very moderate conveniences joined to them, and there dedicate the remainder of my life to the culture of them and the study of nature.
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Life is an incurable disease.
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