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" All human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings. "
Strings
Hang
Value
" A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that 's good, and all that 's fair; Give me but what this riband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round. "
Compass
Fair
Me
" And as pale sickness does invade, Your frailer part, the breaches made, In that fair lodging still more clear, Make the bright guest, your soul, appear. "
More
Bright
Your
" Circle are praised, not that abound, In largeness, but the exactly round. "
Exactly
Abound
Circle
" Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, We should agree as angels do above. "
Agree
Above
Angels
" Give us enough but with a sparing hand. "
Us
Give
Enough
" Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. "
Now
Sweet
She
" His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer'd and as God He taught. "
Taught
Thought
He
" How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair! "
Fair
Share
Small
" Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse. "
Muse
Acts
Conqueror
" Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view, That stand upon the threshold of the new. "
View
Old
Leaving
" Others may use the ocean as their road; Only the English make it their abode. "
Road
Others
Only
" Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot. "
Half
Known
Lose
" Poets that lasting marble seek Must come in Latin or in Greek. "
Greek
Seek
Must
" So must the writer, whose productions should Take with the vulgar, be of vulgar mould. "
Mould
Vulgar
Must
" Stronger by weakness, wiser men become. "
Men
Wiser
Weakness
" Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade, And keeps that palace of the soul serene. "
Tea
Soul
Palace
" The fear of hell, or aiming to be blest, savors too much of private interest. "
Fear
Too Much
Much
" The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field. "
Field
Silent
Nest
" The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more! "
Winds
Calm
Give
" To love is to believe, to hope, to know; Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below! "
Hope
Believe
Love Is
" Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain. "
Poor
Cursed
Which
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