The monster London laugh at me.
ABRAHAM COWLEYCoy 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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His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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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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“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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The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
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There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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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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Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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Life is an incurable disease.
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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