Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
ABRAHAM COWLEYSolitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of it, and enough virtue to despise all the vanity.
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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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Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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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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To th’ active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn’s string a touch more sore and grave.
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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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A mighty pain to love it is, And ’tis a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain Is to love, but love in vain.
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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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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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I might be master at last of a small house and a large garden, with very moderate conveniences joined to them, and there dedicate the remainder of my life to the culture of them and the study of nature.
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May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.
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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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Why to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
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