Things Mortal Still Mutable
Things are uncertain; and the more we get,
The more on icy pavements we are set.
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Want
Want is a softer wax, that takes thereon,
This, that, and every base impression,
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The Definition Of Beauty
Beauty no other thing is, than a beam
Flash'd out between the middle and extreme.
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Burial
Man may want land to live in; but for all
Nature finds out some place for burial.
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Mirth
True mirth resides not in the smiling skin;
The sweetest solace is to act no sin.
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His Loss
All has been plunder'd from me but my wit:
Fortune herself can lay no claim to it.
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No Man Without Money
No man such rare parts hath, that he can swim,
If favour or occasion help not him.
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No Pains, No Gains
If little labour, little are our gains;
Man's fortunes are according to his pains.
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Miseries
Though hourly comforts from the gods we see,
No life is yet life-proof from misery.
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The Voice And Viol
Rare is the voice itself: but when we sing
To th' lute or viol, then 'tis ravishing.
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