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.
ABRAHAM COWLEYPlenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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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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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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The liberty of a people consists in being governed by laws which they have made themselves, under whatsoever form it be of government
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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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Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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Does not the passage of Moses and the Israelites into the Holy Land yield incomparably more poetic variety than the voyages of Ulysses or Aeneas?
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As for being much known by sight, and pointed out, I cannot comprehend the honor that lies withal; whatsoever it be, every mountebank has it more than the best doctor.
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Ah, yet, e’er I descend to th’ grave, May I a small House and a large Garden have. And a few Friends, and many Books both true
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It is a hard and nice subject for a man to speak of himself: it grates his own heart to say anything of disparagement, and the reader’s ear to hear anything of praise from him.
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Coy Nature, (which remain’d, though aged grown, A beauteous virgin still, enjoy’d by none, Nor seen unveil’d by anyone),
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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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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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