Why to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
ABRAHAM COWLEYThe getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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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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Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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The present is an eternal now.
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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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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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Life is an incurable disease.
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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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Awake, awake, my Lyre!And tell thy silent master’s humble taleIn sounds that may prevail;Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire
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The monster London laugh at me.
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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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“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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I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that
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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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