:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
ABRAHAM COWLEYAh, 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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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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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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It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
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Fill all the Glasses there; for why Should every Creature Drink but I? Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
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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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I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that
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Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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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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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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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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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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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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