Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
ABRAHAM COWLEYA 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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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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The liberty of a people consists in being governed by laws which they have made themselves, under whatsoever form it be of government
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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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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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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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Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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What a brave privilege is it to be free from all contentions, from all envying or being envied, from receiving or paying all kinds of ceremonies!
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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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There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
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I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that
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The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
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It is a hard and nice subject for a man to speak of himself: it grates his own heart to say anything of disparagement, and the reader’s ear to hear anything of praise from him.
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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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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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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.
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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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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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God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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I might be master at last of a small house and a large garden, with very moderate conveniences joined to them, and there dedicate the remainder of my life to the culture of them and the study of nature.
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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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To th’ active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn’s string a touch more sore and grave.
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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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