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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.

Abraham Cowley

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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Least May Our Sorrow Treat Wish
: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
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
Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
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Compared Gentle Happiness Happy Insect Morning Self Wine
Our yesterday’s to-morrow now is gone, And still a new to-morrow does come on. We by to-morrow draw out all our store, Till the exhausted well can yield no more.
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Doe Draw Gone Morrow New Store Yesterday Yield
In fields d’or or d’argent; but, if heraldry were guided by reason, a plough in a field arable would be the most noble and ancient arms.”
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Ancient Field Guided Heraldry Noble Plough Reason
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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Cheerful Company Confess Convenient Estate House Little
Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
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Curiosity Devotion Doe Less Pilgrim
Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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Active Arose Chose Fall Fame Moon Music Tenor
All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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Act Appear Comedy Dull Noise World
The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
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Art Epitomize Left Man Plough Share Spade
Awake, awake, my Lyre!And tell thy silent master’s humble taleIn sounds that may prevail;Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire
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Awake Humble Inspire May Prevail Sound Talent
Why dost thou heap up wealth, which thou must quit, Or what is worse, be left by it? Why dost thou load thyself when thou ‘rt to fly, Oh, man! ordain’d to die?
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Art Dost Heap Left Lying Man Wealth Worse
The world’s a scene of changes.
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Change Nature Scene World
There Daphne’s Lover stopped, and thought it much The very leaves of her to touch: But Harvey, our Apollo, stopp’d not so; Into the Bark and Root he after her did go!
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Apollo Daphne Harvey Leave Lover Stop Stopped Touch
Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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Book Build Forget Nest World

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