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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.

Abraham Cowley

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
Begin, be bold, and venture to be wise, He who defers this work from day to day, Does on a river’s bank expecting stay
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Bank Day Expecting Running Time Wise
The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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Door Getting Greatest Journey Part
It is a hard and nice subject for a man to speak of himself: it grates his own heart to say anything of disparagement, and the reader’s ear to hear anything of praise from him.
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Disparagement Hard Heart Man Nice Speak Subject
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
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
The monster London laugh at me.
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Laugh Laughing London Monster
Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
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Always Desire Much Want
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
Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
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Compared Gentle Happiness Happy Insect Morning Self Wine
Why dost thou build up stately rooms on high, Thou who art under ground to lie? Thou sow’st and plantest, but no fruit must see, For death, alas! is reaping thee.
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Build Fruit Ground m Strategy Plantest Under
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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Art Fate Man Money Present Wise
Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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Banish Belong Business God Morrow Sorrow
To th’ active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn’s string a touch more sore and grave.
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Active Brisk Gave Grave Moon Quick Saturn Sore
Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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Believe Hope Hopeless Thing
Solitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of it, and enough virtue to despise all the vanity.
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Few Foolishness People Solitude Vanity

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