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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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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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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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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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It is a hard and nice subject for a man to speak of himself: it grates his own heart to say anything of disparagement, and the reader’s ear to hear anything of praise from him.
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When Harvey’s violent passion she did see, Began to tremble and to flee; Took sanctuary, like Daphne, in a tree
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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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Thus would I double my life’s fading space;For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
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There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
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As for being much known by sight, and pointed out, I cannot comprehend the honor that lies withal; whatsoever it be, every mountebank has it more than the best doctor.
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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
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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
Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
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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

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