“We may talk what we please,” he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, “of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles
ABRAHAM COWLEYBut what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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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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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that
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His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
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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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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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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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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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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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The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
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Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
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As for being much known by sight, and pointed out, I cannot comprehend the honor that lies withal; whatsoever it be, every mountebank has it more than the best doctor.
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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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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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