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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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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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Least May Our Sorrow Treat Wish
Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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Book Business Death Entertain Light Night Sleep
Nay, in death’s hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove’s.
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Hand Jove Prove Stone Strong Thunder
The monster London laugh at me.
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Laugh Laughing London Monster
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
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
Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
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Betray Gem Jewel Lying Night Stone Unseen
Man is too near all kinds of beasts,–a fawning dog, a roaring lion, a thieving fox, a robbing wolf, a dissembling crocodile, a treacherous decoy, and a rapacious vulture.
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Beast Crocodile Dissembling Dog Fawning Man Roaring Robbing Thieving
The Sunflow’r, thinking ’twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t’ excuse the blame
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Blame Excuse Made Nap Shame Sleep Strove Sunflow Thinking
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
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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Doe Draw Gone Morrow New Store Yesterday Yield
All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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Bravery Delight Eye Several World
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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Bank Day Expecting Running Time Wise
His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
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Everywhere Forever Place Time
Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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Best Book Come Friend Leading
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
His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was in the right.
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Life might Nice Perhaps Tenet Wrong
The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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Fate Giving Money Present Ready
God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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Cain City First Garden God Made
Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
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Cheap Cure Endure Healing Hope Universal
For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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Home Larger Prison Room World
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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Cottage Country Humble Meanest Palace Proud Scorn Sleep
Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
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Approach Being Enjoy Last Past Thankful Time
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
When Harvey’s violent passion she did see, Began to tremble and to flee; Took sanctuary, like Daphne, in a tree
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Daphne Flee Harvey Passion Sanctuary Tree Tremble Violent
Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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Company Life Solitary Wretched
All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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Act Appear Comedy Dull Noise World

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