This a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
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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Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
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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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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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I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that
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The motions strait, and round, and swift, and slow, And short and long, were mixt and woven so, Did in such artful Figures smoothly fall, As made this decent measur’d dance of all. And this is Musick.
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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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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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It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
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This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
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Nay, in death’s hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove’s.
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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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The liberty of a private man, in being master of his own time and actions, as far as may consist with the laws of God and of his country.
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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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