Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
ABRAHAM COWLEYWho that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
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The motions strait, and round, and swift, and slow, And short and long, were mixt and woven so, Did in such artful Figures smoothly fall, As made this decent measur’d dance of all. And this is Musick.
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His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was in the right.
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I would not fear nor wish my fate, but boldly say each night, to-morrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them; I have lived today.
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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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Fill all the Glasses there; for why Should every Creature Drink but I? Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
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The Sunflow’r, thinking ’twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t’ excuse the blame
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A mighty pain to love it is, And ’tis a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain Is to love, but love in vain.
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It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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The world’s a scene of changes.
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The liberty of a people consists in being governed by laws which they have made themselves, under whatsoever form it be of government
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Begin, be bold, and venture to be wise, He who defers this work from day to day, Does on a river’s bank expecting stay
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Why to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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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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Curs’d be that wretch (Death’s factor sure) who brought Dire swords into the peaceful world, and taught Smiths (who before could only make.
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To-day is ours; what do we fear? To-day is ours; we have it here. Let’s treat it kindly, that it may Wish, at least, with us to stay.
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Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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Life is an incurable disease.
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It is a hard and nice subject for a man to speak of himself: it grates his own heart to say anything of disparagement, and the reader’s ear to hear anything of praise from him.
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