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.
ABRAHAM COWLEYTo-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.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
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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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The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
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The present is an eternal now.
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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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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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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
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His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was in the right.
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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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