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What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?

Abraham Cowley

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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Apollo Daphne Harvey Leave Lover Stop Stopped Touch
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
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
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
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
Awake, awake, my Lyre!And tell thy silent master’s humble taleIn sounds that may prevail;Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire
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Awake Humble Inspire May Prevail Sound Talent
Coy Nature, (which remain’d, though aged grown, A beauteous virgin still, enjoy’d by none, Nor seen unveil’d by anyone),
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Anyone Enjoy Nature Passion Science Still Virgin
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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Almighty Bondage Country God Great Land Sea
Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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Drooping Encouragement Hard Praise Spirit Work
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
Why to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
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Discover Less Lover Mute Silent Thyself
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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Cup Dost Ganymede Nature Self Thee Tread Upon Verdant Wait
To be a husbandman, is but a retreat from the city; to be a philosopher, from the world; or rather, a retreat from the world, as it is man’s, into the world, as it is God’s.
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City Husbandman Man Philosopher Retreat World
All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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Bravery Delight Eye Several World
Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
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Curiosity Devotion Doe Less Pilgrim
Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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Charm Fable Fiction Lying Teach Truth Unbind

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