Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
ABRAHAM COWLEYPoets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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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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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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The present is an eternal now.
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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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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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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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Awake, awake, my Lyre!And tell thy silent master’s humble taleIn sounds that may prevail;Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire
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Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
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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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Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
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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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Why dost thou heap up wealth, which thou must quit, Or what is worse, be left by it? Why dost thou load thyself when thou ‘rt to fly, Oh, man! ordain’d to die?
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To th’ active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn’s string a touch more sore and grave.
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