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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.

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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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Believe Hope Hopeless Thing
When Harvey’s violent passion she did see, Began to tremble and to flee; Took sanctuary, like Daphne, in a tree
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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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Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
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Compared Gentle Happiness Happy Insect Morning Self Wine
Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
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Always Desire Much Want
Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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Conquer Death Over Poet Triumph
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
All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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Bravery Delight Eye Several World
Nay, in death’s hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove’s.
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Hand Jove Prove Stone Strong Thunder
The monster London laugh at me.
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Laugh Laughing London Monster
Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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Banish Belong Business God Morrow Sorrow
The present is an eternal now.
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Eternal Now Present
Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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Company Life Solitary Wretched
Our yesterday’s to-morrow now is gone, And still a new to-morrow does come on. We by to-morrow draw out all our store, Till the exhausted well can yield no more.
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Doe Draw Gone Morrow New Store Yesterday Yield
Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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Among Dwell Jasmin Reason Rose Smell
To-day is ours; what do we fear? To-day is ours; we have it here. Let’s treat it kindly, that it may Wish, at least, with us to stay.
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Least May Our Sorrow Treat Wish

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