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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.

Abraham Cowley

Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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Ape Beauty Country Fantastic Shape Shapes Wild
Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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Charm Fable Fiction Lying Teach Truth Unbind
And I myself a Catholic will be, So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee. Hail, Bard triumphant! and some care bestow On us, the Poets militant below.
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Best Care Catholic Great Now Religion Saint Triumphant
Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
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Cheerful Rose Smile Temple Twine Wine
To-day is ours; what do we fear? To-day is ours; we have it here. Let’s treat it kindly, that it may Wish, at least, with us to stay.
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Least May Our Sorrow Treat Wish
His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was in the right.
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Life might Nice Perhaps Tenet Wrong
Thus would I double my life’s fading space;For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
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Fading Race Running Space Twice
Why to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
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Discover Less Lover Mute Silent Thyself
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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Delightful Flee From Guardian Moderate Since Wise
Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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Book Build Forget Nest World
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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Doe Draw Gone Morrow New Store Yesterday Yield
For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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Home Larger Prison Room World
Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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Among Dwell Jasmin Reason Rose Smell
The world’s a scene of changes.
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Change Nature Scene World
Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
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Always Desire Much Want
This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
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Contempt Envy Grant High Lying Mean

Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.

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