Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
ABRAHAM COWLEYGod the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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When Israel was from bondage led,Led by the Almighty’s handFrom out of foreign land,The great sea beheld and fled.
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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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Life is an incurable disease.
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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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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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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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Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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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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Our yesterday’s to-morrow now is gone, And still a new to-morrow does come on. We by to-morrow draw out all our store, Till the exhausted well can yield no more.
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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 present is an eternal now.
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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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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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Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
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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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Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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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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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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Till the whole stream, which stopped him, should be gone, That runs, and as it runs, for ever will run on.
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There Daphne’s Lover stopped, and thought it much The very leaves of her to touch: But Harvey, our Apollo, stopp’d not so; Into the Bark and Root he after her did go!
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Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
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Coy Nature, (which remain’d, though aged grown, A beauteous virgin still, enjoy’d by none, Nor seen unveil’d by anyone),
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