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!
ABRAHAM COWLEY
Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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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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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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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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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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The world’s a scene of changes.
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Thus would I double my life’s fading space;For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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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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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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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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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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Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.
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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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Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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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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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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