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Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.

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Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
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Awake, awake, my Lyre!And tell thy silent master’s humble taleIn sounds that may prevail;Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire
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Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
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To th’ active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn’s string a touch more sore and grave.
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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was in the right.
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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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Life is an incurable disease.
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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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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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Till the whole stream, which stopped him, should be gone, That runs, and as it runs, for ever will run on.
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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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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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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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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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Come Doe Eternal Last Past Time
Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
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Cheerful Rose Smile Temple Twine Wine

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