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And I myself a Catholic will be, So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee. Hail, Bard triumphant! and some care bestow On us, the Poets militant below.

Abraham Cowley

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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Beast Crocodile Dissembling Dog Fawning Man Roaring Robbing Thieving
Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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Best Book Come Friend Leading
Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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Among Dwell Jasmin Reason Rose Smell
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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Least May Our Sorrow Treat Wish
God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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Cain City First Garden God Made
Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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Danger Equal Extreme Friend Want
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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Few Foolishness People Solitude Vanity
Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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Cheating Fortune Hope Hundred Prize
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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Covetousness Desire House Master Moderate Small Strong
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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Cheerful Company Confess Convenient Estate House Little
Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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Believe Hope Hopeless Thing
I would not fear nor wish my fate, but boldly say each night, to-morrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them; I have lived today.
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Cloud Display Fate Fear Morrow Night Wish
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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Art Fate Man Money Present Wise
Life for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live.
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Doubt. Time Enough Giving Life
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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Cup Dost Ganymede Nature Self Thee Tread Upon Verdant Wait
Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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Charm Fable Fiction Lying Teach Truth Unbind

And I myself a Catholic will be, So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee. Hail, Bard triumphant! and some care bestow On us, the Poets militant below.

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And I myself a Catholic will be, So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee. Hail, Bard triumphant! and some care bestow On us, the Poets militant below.

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