Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.
ABRAHAM COWLEYAcquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
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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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His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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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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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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Life is an incurable disease.
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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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Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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When Harvey’s violent passion she did see, Began to tremble and to flee; Took sanctuary, like Daphne, in a tree
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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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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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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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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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Curs’d be that wretch (Death’s factor sure) who brought Dire swords into the peaceful world, and taught Smiths (who before could only make.
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Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
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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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Fill all the Glasses there; for why Should every Creature Drink but I? Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
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The motions strait, and round, and swift, and slow, And short and long, were mixt and woven so, Did in such artful Figures smoothly fall, As made this decent measur’d dance of all. And this is Musick.
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Thus would I double my life’s fading space;For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
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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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Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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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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