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What a brave privilege is it to be free from all contentions, from all envying or being envied, from receiving or paying all kinds of ceremonies!

Abraham Cowley

I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that
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Covetousness Desire House Life Master Nature Small Strong
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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Apollo Daphne Harvey Leave Lover Stop Stopped Touch
The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
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Art Epitomize Left Man Plough Share Spade
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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Awake Humble Inspire May Prevail Sound Talent
:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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Exalted Harmony Make Note Tell Woman
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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Cottage Country Humble Meanest Palace Proud Scorn Sleep
Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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Active Arose Chose Fall Fame Moon Music Tenor
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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Ever Gone Run Stream Whole Will
Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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Danger Equal Extreme Friend Want
What a brave privilege is it to be free from all contentions, from all envying or being envied, from receiving or paying all kinds of ceremonies!
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Brave Envied Fee Paying Receiving Solitude
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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Delightful Flee From Guardian Moderate Since Wise
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?
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Art Dost Heap Left Lying Man Wealth Worse
Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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Come Doe Eternal Last Past Time
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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Artful Figure Mixt Motion Slow Strait Swift Woven
Why dost thou build up stately rooms on high, Thou who art under ground to lie? Thou sow’st and plantest, but no fruit must see, For death, alas! is reaping thee.
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Build Fruit Ground m Strategy Plantest Under
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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Art Fate Man Money Present Wise

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