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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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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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As for being much known by sight, and pointed out, I cannot comprehend the honor that lies withal; whatsoever it be, every mountebank has it more than the best doctor.
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The world’s a scene of changes.
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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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Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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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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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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