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!
ABRAHAM COWLEYPlenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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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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This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
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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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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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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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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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Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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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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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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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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The motions strait, and round, and swift, and slow, And short and long, were mixt and woven so, Did in such artful Figures smoothly fall, As made this decent measur’d dance of all. And this is Musick.
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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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Why to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
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Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.
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Both wise, and both delightful too. And since Love ne’er will from me flee, A mistress moderately fair, And good as Guardian angels are, Only belov’d and loving me.
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