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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It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
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Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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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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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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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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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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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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Solitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of it, and enough virtue to despise all the vanity.
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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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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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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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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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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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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.
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Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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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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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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In fields d’or or d’argent; but, if heraldry were guided by reason, a plough in a field arable would be the most noble and ancient arms.”
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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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