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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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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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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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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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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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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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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
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Life is an incurable disease.
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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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Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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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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His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was in the right.
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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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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I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast.
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