Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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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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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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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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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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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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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His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
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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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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
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I would not fear nor wish my fate, but boldly say each night, to-morrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them; I have lived today.
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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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Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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