Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
ABRAHAM COWLEYLet’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
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What a brave privilege is it to be free from all contentions, from all envying or being envied, from receiving or paying all kinds of ceremonies!
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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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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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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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“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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Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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The monster London laugh at me.
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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
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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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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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Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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