Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
ABRAHAM COWLEYOf all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
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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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I would not fear nor wish my fate, but boldly say each night, to-morrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them; I have lived today.
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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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The world’s a scene of changes.
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There is some help for all the defects of fortune; for, if a man cannot attain to the length of his wishes, he may have his remedy by cutting of them shorter.
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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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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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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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“We may talk what we please,” he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, “of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles
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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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The monster London laugh at me.
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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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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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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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