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“We may talk what we please,” he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, “of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles

Abraham Cowley

Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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Conquer Death Over Poet Triumph
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
The world’s a scene of changes.
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Change Nature Scene World
But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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Agree Blunder Nature Woman
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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Best Care Catholic Great Now Religion Saint Triumphant
Life for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live.
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Doubt. Time Enough Giving Life
God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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Cain City First Garden God Made
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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Ever Gone Run Stream Whole Will
I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast.
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Cheerful Company Confess Convenient Estate House Little
This a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
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Change Constant Nature Scene
Does not the passage of Moses and the Israelites into the Holy Land yield incomparably more poetic variety than the voyages of Ulysses or Aeneas?
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Aenea Bible Holy Incomparably More Mose Passage Poetic Yield
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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Cutting Defect Fortune Length Man Wish
What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
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Age Come Known Own Reputation
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
Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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Build Eternity Isthmus Life Proudly Two
There Daphne’s Lover stopped, and thought it much The very leaves of her to touch: But Harvey, our Apollo, stopp’d not so; Into the Bark and Root he after her did go!
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Apollo Daphne Harvey Leave Lover Stop Stopped Touch

“We may talk what we please,” he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, “of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles

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