Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
ABRAHAM COWLEYCuriosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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“We may talk what we please,” he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, “of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles
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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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Ah, yet, e’er I descend to th’ grave, May I a small House and a large Garden have. And a few Friends, and many Books both true
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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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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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Coy Nature, (which remain’d, though aged grown, A beauteous virgin still, enjoy’d by none, Nor seen unveil’d by anyone),
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The liberty of a private man, in being master of his own time and actions, as far as may consist with the laws of God and of his country.
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Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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What a brave privilege is it to be free from all contentions, from all envying or being envied, from receiving or paying all kinds of ceremonies!
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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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