What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
ABRAHAM COWLEYThere 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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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that
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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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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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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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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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Why dost thou heap up wealth, which thou must quit, Or what is worse, be left by it? Why dost thou load thyself when thou ‘rt to fly, Oh, man! ordain’d to die?
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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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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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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.
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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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The monster London laugh at me.
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To th’ active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn’s string a touch more sore and grave.
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