A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay. A daring pilot in extremity; Pleas'd with the danger, when the waves went high He sought the storms.
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A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay. A daring pilot in extremity; Pleas'd with the danger, when the waves went high He sought the storms.
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A man so various, that he seem'd to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome; Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.
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And all to leave what with his toil he won To that unfeather'd two-legged thing, a son.
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And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
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And kind as kings upon their coronation day.
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And torture one poor word ten thousand ways.
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And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
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A very merry, dancing, drinking, Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.
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A very merry, dancing, drinking, Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time. The Secular Masque. Line 40.
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Bacchus, ever fair and ever young.
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Be kind to my remains; and oh defend, Against your judgment, your departed friend!
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Be kind to my remains; and oh defend, Against your judgment, your departed friend! Epistle to Congreve. Line 72.
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Better to hunt in fields for health unbought Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. The wise for cure on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
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Better to hunt in fields for health unbought Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. The wise for cure on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend. Epistle to John Dryden of Chesterton. Line 92.
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Beware the fury of a patient man.
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But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune’s ice prefers to Virtue’s land.
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Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
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Death in itself is nothing; but we fear To be we know not what, we know not where. Aurengzebe. Act iv. Sc. 1.
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Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow; He who would search for pearls must dive below.
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Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow; He who would search for pearls must dive below. All for Love. Prologue.
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Fool, not to know that love endures no tie, And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.
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Fool, not to know that love endures no tie, And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury. Palamon and Arcite. Book ii. Line 758.
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For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
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For every inch that is not fool is rogue.
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For pity melts the mind to love.
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For those whom God to ruin has design'd, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
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For truth has such a face and such a mien, As to be lov'd needs only to be seen.
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Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call to-day his own; He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have liv'd to-day.
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Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.
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He trudg’d along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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He was exhal'd; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
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He was exhal'd; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew. On the Death of a very young Gentleman.
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I can enjoy her while she 's kind; But when she dances in the wind, And shakes the wings and will not stay, I puff the prostitute away.
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I have not joyed an hour since you departed, for public miseries, and for private fears; but this blest meeting has o'erpaid them all.
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Ill habits gather by unseen degrees,– As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
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Ill habits gather by unseen degrees,-- As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas. Book xv. The Worship of — sculapius, Line 155.
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Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife, Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.
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Men are but children of a larger growth.
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Men met each other with erected look, The steps were higher that they took; Friends to congratulate their friends made haste, And long inveterate foes saluted as they pass'd.
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Men met each other with erected look, The steps were higher that they took; Friends to congratulate their friends made haste, And long inveterate foes saluted as they pass'd. Threnodia Augustalis. Line 124.
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None but the brave deserves the fair.
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Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
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Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
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Resolv’d to ruin or to rule the state.
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Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure,– Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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She hugg'd the offender, and forgave the offence: Sex to the last.
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Since heaven's eternal year is thine.
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So over violent, or over civil, That every man with him was God or Devil.
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So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
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So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there. Eleonora, Line 315.
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The people's prayer, the glad diviner's theme, The young men's vision, and the old men's dream!
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Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
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'Tis good to laugh at any rate; and if a straw can tickle a man, it is an instrument of happiness.
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Welcome as kindly showers to the long parched earth.
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Whate'er he did was done with so much ease, In him alone 't was natural to please.
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When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
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Who think too little, and who talk too much.
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Wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
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Wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line. To the Memory of Mr. Oldham. Line 15.
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