Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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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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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Till the whole stream, which stopped him, should be gone, That runs, and as it runs, for ever will run on.
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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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A mighty pain to love it is, And ’tis a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain Is to love, but love in vain.
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There is some help for all the defects of fortune; for, if a man cannot attain to the length of his wishes, he may have his remedy by cutting of them shorter.
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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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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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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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It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
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Nay, in death’s hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove’s.
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Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
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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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Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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The world’s a scene of changes.
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The liberty of a private man, in being master of his own time and actions, as far as may consist with the laws of God and of his country.
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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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I might be master at last of a small house and a large garden, with very moderate conveniences joined to them, and there dedicate the remainder of my life to the culture of them and the study of nature.
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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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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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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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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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