For man is man, and master of his fate.

John Taylor "The Water Poet"

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Fill the cup and fill the can, Have a rouse before the morn; Every minute dies a man, Every minute one is born.

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Fall back upon a name? rest, rot in that? Not keep it noble, make it nobler? Fools!

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But that old man, who is lord of the broad estate and the hall, Dropped off gorged from a scheme which left us flaccid and drained.

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Bring in great logs and let them lie To make a solid core of heat.

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As the sweet voice of a bird, Heard by the lander in a lonely isle, Moves him to think what kind of bird it is, That sings so delicately clear, and make Conjecture of the plumage and the form.

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