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Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high

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May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.
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Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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Both wise, and both delightful too. And since Love ne’er will from me flee, A mistress moderately fair, And good as Guardian angels are, Only belov’d and loving me.
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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.
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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was in the right.
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I would not fear nor wish my fate, but boldly say each night, to-morrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them; I have lived today.
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The monster London laugh at me.
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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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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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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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This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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