Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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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The present is an eternal now.
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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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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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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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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 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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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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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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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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Life is an incurable disease.
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May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.
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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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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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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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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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The monster London laugh at me.
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I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast.
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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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What a brave privilege is it to be free from all contentions, from all envying or being envied, from receiving or paying all kinds of ceremonies!
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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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His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
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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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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
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