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Contentment cannot smart; stoics we | Whilst loyal thoughts do still repair

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Make torments easier to their apathy.

T'accompany my solitude: Although rebellion do my body bind, My king alone can captivate my mind.

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ABRAHAM COWLEY.

Books should, not business, entertain

LIBERTY.

the light,

And sleep, as undisturbed as death, the WHERE honor or where conscience does night.

My house a cottage more

Than palace; and should fitting be
For all my use, no luxury.
My garden painted o'er
With Nature's hand, not Art's; and
pleasures yield,

Horace might envy in his Sabine field.

Thus would I double my life's fading space;

For he that runs it well twice runs his

race.

And in this true delight,

These unbought sports, this happy state,
I would not fear, nor wish, my fate;

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But boldly say each night,
To-morrow let my sun his beams display,
Or in clouds hide them; I have lived to-
day.

not bind,

No other law shall shackle me;
Slave to myself I will not be:

Nor shall my future actions be confined
By my own present mind.

Who by resolves and vows engaged does
stand

For days that yet belong to Fate,
Does, like an unthrift, mortgage his

estate

Before it falls into his hand.
The bondman of the cloister so
All that he does receive does always owe;
And still as time comes in, it goes away,
Not to enjoy, but debts to pay.
Unhappy slave! and pupil to a bell!
Which his hour's work, as well as hours,
does tell!

Unhappy to the last, the kind releasing" knell.

FROM DRYDEN TO BURNS.

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