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.
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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Both wise, and both delightful too. And since Love ne’er will from me flee, A mistress moderately fair, And good as Guardian angels are, Only belov’d and loving me.
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Life is an incurable disease.
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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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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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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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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May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.
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Why dost thou heap up wealth, which thou must quit, Or what is worse, be left by it? Why dost thou load thyself when thou ‘rt to fly, Oh, man! ordain’d to die?
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I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that
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Coy Nature, (which remain’d, though aged grown, A beauteous virgin still, enjoy’d by none, Nor seen unveil’d by anyone),
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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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The monster London laugh at me.
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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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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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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
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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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I would not fear nor wish my fate, but boldly say each night, to-morrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them; I have lived today.
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Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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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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“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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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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