Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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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Nay, in death’s hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove’s.
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His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was in the right.
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What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
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Man is too near all kinds of beasts,–a fawning dog, a roaring lion, a thieving fox, a robbing wolf, a dissembling crocodile, a treacherous decoy, and a rapacious vulture.
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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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The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
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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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The liberty of a private man, in being master of his own time and actions, as far as may consist with the laws of God and of his country.
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Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
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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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Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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The liberty of a people consists in being governed by laws which they have made themselves, under whatsoever form it be of government
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God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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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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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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