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In fields d’or or d’argent; but, if heraldry were guided by reason, a plough in a field arable would be the most noble and ancient arms.”

Abraham Cowley

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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Angel Book Descend Few Friend Garden Grave House Small Wise
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
Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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Ape Beauty Country Fantastic Shape Shapes Wild
Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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Friend Plenty Separate Want Well
Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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Book Build Forget Nest World
All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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Act Appear Comedy Dull Noise World
Our yesterday’s to-morrow now is gone, And still a new to-morrow does come on. We by to-morrow draw out all our store, Till the exhausted well can yield no more.
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Doe Draw Gone Morrow New Store Yesterday Yield
I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast.
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Cheerful Company Confess Convenient Estate House Little
The Sunflow’r, thinking ’twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t’ excuse the blame
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Blame Excuse Made Nap Shame Sleep Strove Sunflow Thinking
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
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
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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Fear Kindly Least Life Love May might Pain Treat
In fields d’or or d’argent; but, if heraldry were guided by reason, a plough in a field arable would be the most noble and ancient arms.”
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Ancient Field Guided Heraldry Noble Plough Reason
Why to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
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Discover Less Lover Mute Silent Thyself
Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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Among Dwell Jasmin Reason Rose Smell
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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Disparagement Hard Heart Man Nice Speak Subject

In fields d’or or d’argent; but, if heraldry were guided by reason, a plough in a field arable would be the most noble and ancient arms.”

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