May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.
ABRAHAM COWLEY“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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Why to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
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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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I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that
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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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There is some help for all the defects of fortune; for, if a man cannot attain to the length of his wishes, he may have his remedy by cutting of them shorter.
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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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Awake, awake, my Lyre!And tell thy silent master’s humble taleIn sounds that may prevail;Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire
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Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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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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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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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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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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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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Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
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Our yesterday’s to-morrow now is gone, And still a new to-morrow does come on. We by to-morrow draw out all our store, Till the exhausted well can yield no more.
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