Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
ABRAHAM COWLEYThe present is an eternal now.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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There Daphne’s Lover stopped, and thought it much The very leaves of her to touch: But Harvey, our Apollo, stopp’d not so; Into the Bark and Root he after her did go!
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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
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Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.
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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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Does not the passage of Moses and the Israelites into the Holy Land yield incomparably more poetic variety than the voyages of Ulysses or Aeneas?
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Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
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I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast.
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The monster London laugh at me.
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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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