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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.

Abraham Cowley

This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
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Contempt Envy Grant High Lying Mean
The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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Fate Giving Money Present Ready
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
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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Brave Envied Fee Paying Receiving Solitude
Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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Believe Hope Hopeless Thing
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
Nay, in death’s hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove’s.
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Hand Jove Prove Stone Strong Thunder
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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Almighty Bondage Country God Great Land Sea
To be a husbandman, is but a retreat from the city; to be a philosopher, from the world; or rather, a retreat from the world, as it is man’s, into the world, as it is God’s.
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City Husbandman Man Philosopher Retreat World
:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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Exalted Harmony Make Note Tell Woman
Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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Book Build Forget Nest World
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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Ever Gone Run Stream Whole Will
The Sunflow’r, thinking ’twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t’ excuse the blame
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Blame Excuse Made Nap Shame Sleep Strove Sunflow Thinking
Ah, yet, e’er I descend to th’ grave, May I a small House and a large Garden have. And a few Friends, and many Books both true
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Angel Book Descend Few Friend Garden Grave House Small Wise
Why dost thou build up stately rooms on high, Thou who art under ground to lie? Thou sow’st and plantest, but no fruit must see, For death, alas! is reaping thee.
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Build Fruit Ground m Strategy Plantest Under
It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
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Head Largeness Made Sleep Wight

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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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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