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This a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.

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His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
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Everywhere Forever Place Time
Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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Come Doe Eternal Last Past Time
Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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Company Life Solitary Wretched
To th’ active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn’s string a touch more sore and grave.
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Active Brisk Gave Grave Moon Quick Saturn Sore
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
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
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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Doe Draw Gone Morrow New Store Yesterday Yield
I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that
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Covetousness Desire House Life Master Nature Small Strong
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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Cup Dost Ganymede Nature Self Thee Tread Upon Verdant Wait
Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
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Approach Being Enjoy Last Past Thankful Time
Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
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Compared Gentle Happiness Happy Insect Morning Self Wine
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
Fill all the Glasses there; for why Should every Creature Drink but I? Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
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Creature Drink Every Glass Man Moral Tell
The monster London laugh at me.
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Laugh Laughing London Monster
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
Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
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Bowl Drinking Eternal Fill Glass Man Nature Round Sober

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