Awake, awake, my Lyre!And tell thy silent master’s humble taleIn sounds that may prevail;Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire
ABRAHAM COWLEYIt was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
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To be a husbandman, is but a retreat from the city; to be a philosopher, from the world; or rather, a retreat from the world, as it is man’s, into the world, as it is God’s.
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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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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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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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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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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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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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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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Thus would I double my life’s fading space;For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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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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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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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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Life is an incurable disease.
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The monster London laugh at me.
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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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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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This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
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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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Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
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His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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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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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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Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
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