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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 present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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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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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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There Daphne’s Lover stopped, and thought it much The very leaves of her to touch: But Harvey, our Apollo, stopp’d not so; Into the Bark and Root he after her did go!
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Nature waits upon thee still, And thy verdant cup does fill; ‘Tis fill’d wherever thou dost tread, Nature’s self’s thy Ganymede.
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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The monster London laugh at me.
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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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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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