Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
ABRAHAM COWLEYBegin, 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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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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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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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 motions strait, and round, and swift, and slow, And short and long, were mixt and woven so, Did in such artful Figures smoothly fall, As made this decent measur’d dance of all. And this is Musick.
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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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Why to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
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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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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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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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Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
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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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Our yesterday’s to-morrow now is gone, And still a new to-morrow does come on. We by to-morrow draw out all our store, Till the exhausted well can yield no more.
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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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