The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
ABRAHAM COWLEYFill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Man is too near all kinds of beasts,–a fawning dog, a roaring lion, a thieving fox, a robbing wolf, a dissembling crocodile, a treacherous decoy, and a rapacious vulture.
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What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
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Why dost thou build up stately rooms on high, Thou who art under ground to lie? Thou sow’st and plantest, but no fruit must see, For death, alas! is reaping thee.
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And I myself a Catholic will be, So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee. Hail, Bard triumphant! and some care bestow On us, the Poets militant below.
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Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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There is some help for all the defects of fortune; for, if a man cannot attain to the length of his wishes, he may have his remedy by cutting of them shorter.
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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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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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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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When Harvey’s violent passion she did see, Began to tremble and to flee; Took sanctuary, like Daphne, in a tree
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Life is an incurable disease.
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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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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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