A mighty pain to love it is, And ’tis a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain Is to love, but love in vain.
ABRAHAM COWLEYHope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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Curs’d be that wretch (Death’s factor sure) who brought Dire swords into the peaceful world, and taught Smiths (who before could only make.
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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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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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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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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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Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
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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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Nay, in death’s hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove’s.
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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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Life is an incurable disease.
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What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
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Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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