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We griev'd, we sigh'd, we wept; we never blushed before.
Topic: Blushes
Source: Works (p. 60), (1693 ed.), a discourse concerning the government of Oliver Cromwell
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Enjoy the present hour, be thankful for the past,
And neither fear nor wish th' approaches of the last.
Topic: Content
Source: Imitations--Martial (bk. X, ep. XLVII)
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Nothing in Nature's sober found,
But an eternal Health goes round.
Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high--
Fill all the Glasses there; for why
Should every Creature Drink but I?
Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
Topic: Drinking
Source: Anacreon II--Drinking
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The thirsty Earth soaks up the Rain,
And drinks, and gapes for Drink again;
The Plants suck in the Earth and are
With constant Drinking fresh and fair.
Topic: Drinking
Source: Anacreon II--Drinking
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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past,
But an eternal Now does always last.
Topic: Eternity
Source: Davideis (bk. I)
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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise
Up between two eternities!
Topic: Eternity
Source: Ode on Life and Fame (l. 18)
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His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might
Be wrong; his life, I'm sure, was in the right.
Topic: Faith
Source: On the Death of Crashaw (l. 55)
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What shall I do to be forever known,
And make the age to come my own?
Topic: Fame
Source: The Motto (l. 1)
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Nature's self's thy Ganymede.
Topic: Gods
Source: Anacreontics--The Grasshopper (l. 8)
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Gold begets in brethren hate;
Gold in families debate;
Gold does friendship separate;
Gold does civil wars create.
Topic: Gold
Source: Anacreontics--Gold (l. 17)
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Happy insect! what can be
In happiness compared to thee?
Fed with nourishment divine,
The dewy morning's gentle wine!
Nature waits upon thee still,
And thy verdant cup does fill;
'Tis fill'd wherever thou dost tread,
Nature's self's thy Ganymede.
Topic: Grasshoppers
Source: Anacreontiques (no. 10, Grasshopper)
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An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair,
And fell adown his shoulders with losse care.
Topic: Hair
Source: Davideis (bk. II, l. 803)
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For the whole world, without a native home,
Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
Topic: Home
Source: To the Bishop of Lincoln (l. 27)
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Hope! of all ills that men endure,
The only cheap and universal cure.
Topic: Hope
Source: The Mistress--For Hope
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Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
Topic: Inspirational
Source: None
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Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day,
But night itself does the rich gem betray.
Topic: Jewels
Source: Davideis (bk. III, l. 37)
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Money was made, not to command our will,
But all out lawful pleasure to fulfil.
Shame and woe to use, if we our wealth obey;
The horse doth with the horseman run away.
Topic: Money
Source: Imitations--Tenth Epistle of Horace (bk. I, l. 75)
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Money was made, not to command our will, But all our lawful pleasures to fulfill. Shame and woe to us, if we our wealth obey; The horse doth with the horseman away.
Topic: Money
Source: None
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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find:
Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
Topic: Opportunity
Source: Pyramus and Thisbe (XV)
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Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in
overalls and looks like work.
Topic: Opportunity
Source: Pyramus and Thisbe (XV)
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Poets by Death are conquer'd but the wit
Of poets triumphs over it.
Topic: Poets
Source: On the Praise of Poetry (ode I, l. 13)
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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,
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.
Topic: Possession
Source: The Wish (st. 2)
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Hence ye profane; I hate ye all;
Both the great vulgar, and the small.
Topic: Proverbs
Source: Of Greatness, translation of Horace, ode I, bk. III
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Hence ye profane; I hate ye all;
Both the great vulgar, and the small.
Topic: Public
Source: Of Greatness, translation of Horace, ode I, bk. III
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Words that weep, and tears that speak.
Topic: Tears
Source: The Prophet (st. 2, l. 8)
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