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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.”

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Nature waits upon thee still, And thy verdant cup does fill; ‘Tis fill’d wherever thou dost tread, Nature’s self’s thy Ganymede.
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Cup Dost Ganymede Nature Self Thee Tread Upon Verdant Wait
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
As for being much known by sight, and pointed out, I cannot comprehend the honor that lies withal; whatsoever it be, every mountebank has it more than the best doctor.
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Comprehend Doctor Honor Lying Much Sight Whatsoever
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
Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
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Curiosity Devotion Doe Less Pilgrim
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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Cheerful Rose Smile Temple Twine Wine
Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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Appreciation Blame Own Praise
Does not the passage of Moses and the Israelites into the Holy Land yield incomparably more poetic variety than the voyages of Ulysses or Aeneas?
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Aenea Bible Holy Incomparably More Mose Passage Poetic Yield
Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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Best Book Come Friend Leading
Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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Drooping Encouragement Hard Praise Spirit Work
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
Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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Build Eternity Isthmus Life Proudly Two
All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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Act Appear Comedy Dull Noise World
Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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Conquer Death Over Poet Triumph
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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Daphne Flee Harvey Passion Sanctuary Tree Tremble Violent
Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
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Bowl Drinking Eternal Fill Glass Man Nature Round Sober
Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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Charm Fable Fiction Lying Teach Truth Unbind
Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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Among Dwell Jasmin Reason Rose Smell
The present is an eternal now.
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Eternal Now Present
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
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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Least May Our Sorrow Treat Wish
Nay, in death’s hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove’s.
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Hand Jove Prove Stone Strong Thunder
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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City Husbandman Man Philosopher Retreat World
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
Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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Great Love Lukeawarmness Religion Sin
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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Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.
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Beget Brethren Debate Family Gold Hate War

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