Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
ABRAHAM COWLEYThe present is an eternal now.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Both wise, and both delightful too. And since Love ne’er will from me flee, A mistress moderately fair, And good as Guardian angels are, Only belov’d and loving me.
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I would not fear nor wish my fate, but boldly say each night, to-morrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them; I have lived today.
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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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Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
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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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Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
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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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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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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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Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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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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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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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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