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Life is an incurable disease.

Abraham Cowley

Thus would I double my life’s fading space;For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
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Fading Race Running Space Twice
This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
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Contempt Envy Grant High Lying Mean
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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Consist Country Law Man Themselves
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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Cloud Display Fate Fear Morrow Night Wish
“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
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Art Eagle Enthusiasm Garden Lion Oldest Please Talk
There is some help for all the defects of fortune; for, if a man cannot attain to the length of his wishes, he may have his remedy by cutting of them shorter.
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Cutting Defect Fortune Length Man Wish
The present is an eternal now.
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Eternal Now Present
Life is an incurable disease.
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Disease Incurable Life Success
Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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Danger Equal Extreme Friend Want
Nature waits upon thee still, And thy verdant cup does fill; ‘Tis fill’d wherever thou dost tread, Nature’s self’s thy Ganymede.
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Cup Dost Ganymede Nature Self Thee Tread Upon Verdant Wait
Curs’d be that wretch (Death’s factor sure) who brought Dire swords into the peaceful world, and taught Smiths (who before could only make.
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Art Fate Man Money Present Wise
Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
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Compared Gentle Happiness Happy Insect Morning Self Wine
Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
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Bowl Drinking Eternal Fill Glass Man Nature Round Sober
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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Fear Kindly Least Life Love May might Pain Treat
Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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Come Doe Eternal Last Past Time
The monster London laugh at me.
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Laugh Laughing London Monster

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