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Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.

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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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Begin, be bold, and venture to be wise, He who defers this work from day to day, Does on a river’s bank expecting stay
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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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Curs’d be that wretch (Death’s factor sure) who brought Dire swords into the peaceful world, and taught Smiths (who before could only make.
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Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
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The liberty of a people consists in being governed by laws which they have made themselves, under whatsoever form it be of government
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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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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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Nature waits upon thee still, And thy verdant cup does fill; ‘Tis fill’d wherever thou dost tread, Nature’s self’s thy Ganymede.
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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.
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Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
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Awake, awake, my Lyre!And tell thy silent master’s humble taleIn sounds that may prevail;Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire
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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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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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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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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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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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Fill all the Glasses there; for why Should every Creature Drink but I? Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
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The world’s a scene of changes.
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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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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 th’ active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn’s string a touch more sore and grave.
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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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Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
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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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