Why dost thou heap up wealth, which thou must quit, Or what is worse, be left by it? Why dost thou load thyself when thou ‘rt to fly, Oh, man! ordain’d to die?
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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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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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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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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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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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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Thus would I double my life’s fading space;For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
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The monster London laugh at me.
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Solitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of it, and enough virtue to despise all the vanity.
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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
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As for being much known by sight, and pointed out, I cannot comprehend the honor that lies withal; whatsoever it be, every mountebank has it more than the best doctor.
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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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