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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.

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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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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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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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Why dost thou build up stately rooms on high, Thou who art under ground to lie? Thou sow’st and plantest, but no fruit must see, For death, alas! is reaping thee.
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The world’s a scene of changes.
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This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
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Why to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
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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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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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