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Topic |
| Light | There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot. |
| Literature | Here at lastWe shall be free,the Almighty hath not builtHere for his envy, will not drive us hence,Here we may reign secure, and in my choiceTo reign is worth ambition though in Hell,Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven. - Paradise Lost. |
| Lonliness | Loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named, not good. |
| Luck | Good luck befriend thee, Son, for at thy birth The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth. |
| Luck | Luck is the residue of design. |
| Manners | If we think we regulate printing, thereby to rectify manners, we must regulate all regulations and pastimes, all that is delightful to man. |
| Medicine | And in requital ope his leathern scrip, And show me simples of a thousand names, Telling their strange and vigorous faculties. |
| Melancholy | Sweet bird, that shun the noise of folly, most musical, most melancholy! |
| Merit | By merit raised To that bad eminence. |
| Merriment | Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee, In unreprov'd pleasures free. |
| Midnight | Soon as midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence. |
| Misers | The unsunn'd heaps Of miser's treasures. |
| Misery | But O yet more miserable! Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave. |
| Misfortune | Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd. |
| Monuments | Thou, in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a life-long monument. |
| Necessity | So spake the Fiend, and with necessity, The tyrant's plea, excused his devilish deed. |
| News | He's gone, and who knows how may he report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame? |
| Nightingales | Sweet bird that shunn'st the nose of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among, I woo, to hear thy even-song. |
| Nightingales | O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill While the jolly hours lead on propitious May. |
| Nightingales | Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill, Portend success in love. |
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