Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
ABRAHAM COWLEYI 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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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me 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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Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
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His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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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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Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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What a brave privilege is it to be free from all contentions, from all envying or being envied, from receiving or paying all kinds of ceremonies!
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When Israel was from bondage led,Led by the Almighty’s handFrom out of foreign land,The great sea beheld and fled.
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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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“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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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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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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