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.
ABRAHAM COWLEYTill the whole stream, which stopped him, should be gone, That runs, and as it runs, for ever will run on.
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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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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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Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
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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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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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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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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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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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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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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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I would not fear nor wish my fate, but boldly say each night, to-morrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them; I have lived today.
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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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