There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
ABRAHAM COWLEYIt was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
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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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Why to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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The liberty of a people consists in being governed by laws which they have made themselves, under whatsoever form it be of government
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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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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.
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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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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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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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Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.
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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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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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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was in the right.
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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.
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