The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
ABRAHAM COWLEYTo th’ active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn’s string a touch more sore and grave.
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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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What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
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The world’s a scene of changes.
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Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
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I might be master at last of a small house and a large garden, with very moderate conveniences joined to them, and there dedicate the remainder of my life to the culture of them and the study of nature.
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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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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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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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The liberty of a people consists in being governed by laws which they have made themselves, under whatsoever form it be of government
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Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
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Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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Life for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live.
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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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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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