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?
ABRAHAM COWLEYMan 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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To be a husbandman, is but a retreat from the city; to be a philosopher, from the world; or rather, a retreat from the world, as it is man’s, into the world, as it is God’s.
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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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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
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Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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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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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 Sunflow’r, thinking ’twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t’ excuse the blame
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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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Nay, in death’s hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove’s.
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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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“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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Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
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