Life for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live.
ABRAHAM COWLEYBeauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
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May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.
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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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Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
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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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The monster London laugh at me.
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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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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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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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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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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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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 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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Fill all the Glasses there; for why Should every Creature Drink but I? Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
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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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