The Sunflow’r, thinking ’twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t’ excuse the blame
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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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was in the right.
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To-day is ours; what do we fear? To-day is ours; we have it here. Let’s treat it kindly, that it may Wish, at least, with us to stay.
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Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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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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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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Ah, yet, e’er I descend to th’ grave, May I a small House and a large Garden have. And a few Friends, and many Books both true
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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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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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I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast.
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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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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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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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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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