Why to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
ABRAHAM COWLEYFill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
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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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There is some help for all the defects of fortune; for, if a man cannot attain to the length of his wishes, he may have his remedy by cutting of them shorter.
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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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Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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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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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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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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The monster London laugh at me.
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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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This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
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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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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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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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