Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
ABRAHAM COWLEYDoes 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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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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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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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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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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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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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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To th’ active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn’s string a touch more sore and grave.
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I might be master at last of a small house and a large garden, with very moderate conveniences joined to them, and there dedicate the remainder of my life to the culture of them and the study of nature.
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Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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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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“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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Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
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