Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
ABRAHAM COWLEY“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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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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May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.
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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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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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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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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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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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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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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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The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
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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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Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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