Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
ABRAHAM COWLEYNothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
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Life for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live.
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Solitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of it, and enough virtue to despise all the vanity.
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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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The present is an eternal now.
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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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Man is too near all kinds of beasts,–a fawning dog, a roaring lion, a thieving fox, a robbing wolf, a dissembling crocodile, a treacherous decoy, and a rapacious vulture.
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Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
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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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Begin, be bold, and venture to be wise, He who defers this work from day to day, Does on a river’s bank expecting stay
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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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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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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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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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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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