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Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!

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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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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
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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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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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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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Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
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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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