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.
ABRAHAM COWLEYHappy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
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In fields d’or or d’argent; but, if heraldry were guided by reason, a plough in a field arable would be the most noble and ancient arms.”
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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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Till the whole stream, which stopped him, should be gone, That runs, and as it runs, for ever will run on.
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Coy Nature, (which remain’d, though aged grown, A beauteous virgin still, enjoy’d by none, Nor seen unveil’d by anyone),
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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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What a brave privilege is it to be free from all contentions, from all envying or being envied, from receiving or paying all kinds of ceremonies!
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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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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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The liberty of a private man, in being master of his own time and actions, as far as may consist with the laws of God and of his country.
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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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Does not the passage of Moses and the Israelites into the Holy Land yield incomparably more poetic variety than the voyages of Ulysses or Aeneas?
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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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