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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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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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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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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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It is a hard and nice subject for a man to speak of himself: it grates his own heart to say anything of disparagement, and the reader’s ear to hear anything of praise from him.
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Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.
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The present is an eternal now.
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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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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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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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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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Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
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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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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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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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