Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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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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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Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
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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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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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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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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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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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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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Nay, in death’s hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove’s.
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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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What a brave privilege is it to be free from all contentions, from all envying or being envied, from receiving or paying all kinds of ceremonies!
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Life is an incurable disease.
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Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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