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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?

Abraham Cowley

All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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Act Appear Comedy Dull Noise World
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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Best Care Catholic Great Now Religion Saint Triumphant
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
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 present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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Fate Giving Money Present Ready
To th’ active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn’s string a touch more sore and grave.
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Active Brisk Gave Grave Moon Quick Saturn Sore
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
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
Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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Company Life Solitary Wretched
Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
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Betray Gem Jewel Lying Night Stone Unseen
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
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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Anyone Enjoy Nature Passion Science Still Virgin
Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
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Acquaintance Choice Depend Friendship Number
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
For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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Home Larger Prison Room World
Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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Best Book Come Friend Leading

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