Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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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The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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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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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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“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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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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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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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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Why to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
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There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
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His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
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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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Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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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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Life for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live.
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