Nature waits upon thee still, And thy verdant cup does fill; ‘Tis fill’d wherever thou dost tread, Nature’s self’s thy Ganymede.
ABRAHAM COWLEYAll the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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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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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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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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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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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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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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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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As for being much known by sight, and pointed out, I cannot comprehend the honor that lies withal; whatsoever it be, every mountebank has it more than the best doctor.
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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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Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
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Thus would I double my life’s fading space;For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
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Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
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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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Our yesterday’s to-morrow now is gone, And still a new to-morrow does come on. We by to-morrow draw out all our store, Till the exhausted well can yield no more.
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