Till the whole stream, which stopped him, should be gone, That runs, and as it runs, for ever will run on.
ABRAHAM COWLEY
Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Till the whole stream, which stopped him, should be gone, That runs, and as it runs, for ever will run on.
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This a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.
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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 th’ active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn’s string a touch more sore and grave.
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Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
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To be a husbandman, is but a retreat from the city; to be a philosopher, from the world; or rather, a retreat from the world, as it is man’s, into the world, as it is God’s.
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This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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In fields d’or or d’argent; but, if heraldry were guided by reason, a plough in a field arable would be the most noble and ancient arms.”
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Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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Why dost thou heap up wealth, which thou must quit, Or what is worse, be left by it? Why dost thou load thyself when thou ‘rt to fly, Oh, man! ordain’d to die?
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I might be master at last of a small house and a large garden, with very moderate conveniences joined to them, and there dedicate the remainder of my life to the culture of them and the study of nature.
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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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