Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
ABRAHAM COWLEYWhen Harvey’s violent passion she did see, Began to tremble and to flee; Took sanctuary, like Daphne, in a tree
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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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The Sunflow’r, thinking ’twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t’ excuse the blame
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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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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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The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
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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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Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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The monster London laugh at me.
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Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
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To th’ active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn’s string a touch more sore and grave.
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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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Begin, be bold, and venture to be wise, He who defers this work from day to day, Does on a river’s bank expecting stay
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