Awake, awake, my Lyre!And tell thy silent master’s humble taleIn sounds that may prevail;Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire
ABRAHAM COWLEYThe present is an eternal now.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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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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Thus would I double my life’s fading space;For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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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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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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It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
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Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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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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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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What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
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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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