Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
ABRAHAM COWLEYWater and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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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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“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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Both wise, and both delightful too. And since Love ne’er will from me flee, A mistress moderately fair, And good as Guardian angels are, Only belov’d and loving me.
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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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The motions strait, and round, and swift, and slow, And short and long, were mixt and woven so, Did in such artful Figures smoothly fall, As made this decent measur’d dance of all. And this is Musick.
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Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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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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Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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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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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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And I myself a Catholic will be, So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee. Hail, Bard triumphant! and some care bestow On us, the Poets militant below.
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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 world’s a scene of changes.
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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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