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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.

Abraham Cowley

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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Beast Crocodile Dissembling Dog Fawning Man Roaring Robbing Thieving
What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
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Age Come Known Own Reputation
“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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Art Eagle Enthusiasm Garden Lion Oldest Please Talk
Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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Appreciation Blame Own Praise
Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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Active Arose Chose Fall Fame Moon Music Tenor
Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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Danger Equal Extreme Friend Want
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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Apollo Daphne Harvey Leave Lover Stop Stopped Touch
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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Art Dost Heap Left Lying Man Wealth Worse
Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
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Bowl Drinking Eternal Fill Glass Man Nature Round Sober
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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Awake Humble Inspire May Prevail Sound Talent
Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
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Cheap Cure Endure Healing Hope Universal
Nature waits upon thee still, And thy verdant cup does fill; ‘Tis fill’d wherever thou dost tread, Nature’s self’s thy Ganymede.
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Cup Dost Ganymede Nature Self Thee Tread Upon Verdant Wait
Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.
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Cottage Country Humble Meanest Palace Proud Scorn Sleep
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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Covetousness Desire House Master Moderate Small Strong
Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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Book Business Death Entertain Light Night Sleep
The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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Door Getting Greatest Journey Part

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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