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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!

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Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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A mighty pain to love it is, And ’tis a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain Is to love, but love in vain.
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Fear Kindly Least Life Love May might Pain Treat
The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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Life for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live.
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Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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There Daphne’s Lover stopped, and thought it much The very leaves of her to touch: But Harvey, our Apollo, stopp’d not so; Into the Bark and Root he after her did go!
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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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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Disparagement Hard Heart Man Nice Speak Subject
Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
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Bowl Drinking Eternal Fill Glass Man Nature Round Sober
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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Ever Gone Run Stream Whole Will
Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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Banish Belong Business God Morrow Sorrow
:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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Exalted Harmony Make Note Tell Woman
The monster London laugh at me.
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Laugh Laughing London Monster

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