Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
ABRAHAM COWLEYWhy dost thou build up stately rooms on high, Thou who art under ground to lie? Thou sow’st and plantest, but no fruit must see, For death, alas! is reaping thee.
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When Harvey’s violent passion she did see, Began to tremble and to flee; Took sanctuary, like Daphne, in a tree
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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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There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
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Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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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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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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I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that
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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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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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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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And I myself a Catholic will be, So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee. Hail, Bard triumphant! and some care bestow On us, the Poets militant below.
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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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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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