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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.

Abraham Cowley

The motions strait, and round, and swift, and slow, And short and long, were mixt and woven so, Did in such artful Figures smoothly fall, As made this decent measur’d dance of all. And this is Musick.
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Artful Figure Mixt Motion Slow Strait Swift Woven
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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Delightful Flee From Guardian Moderate Since Wise
Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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Danger Equal Extreme Friend Want
Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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Charm Fable Fiction Lying Teach Truth Unbind
Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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Appreciation Blame Own Praise
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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Anyone Enjoy Nature Passion Science Still Virgin
There 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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Apollo Daphne Harvey Leave Lover Stop Stopped Touch
To-day is ours; what do we fear? To-day is ours; we have it here. Let’s treat it kindly, that it may Wish, at least, with us to stay.
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Least May Our Sorrow Treat Wish
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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Fear Kindly Least Life Love May might Pain Treat
This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
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Contempt Envy Grant High Lying Mean
There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
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Earth Fewer Friend King
Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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Book Business Death Entertain Light Night Sleep
The liberty of a private man, in being master of his own time and actions, as far as may consist with the laws of God and of his country.
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Action God Governed Law Life Made Man Own Private Time
Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
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Cheerful Rose Smile Temple Twine Wine
It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
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Head Largeness Made Sleep Wight
Nay, in death’s hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove’s.
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Hand Jove Prove Stone Strong Thunder

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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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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