Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
ABRAHAM COWLEYThere 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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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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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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Man is too near all kinds of beasts,–a fawning dog, a roaring lion, a thieving fox, a robbing wolf, a dissembling crocodile, a treacherous decoy, and a rapacious vulture.
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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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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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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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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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“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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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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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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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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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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Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.
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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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