Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
ABRAHAM COWLEYMuch will always wanting be To him who much desires.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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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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Awake, awake, my Lyre!And tell thy silent master’s humble taleIn sounds that may prevail;Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire
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Life for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live.
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God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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The Sunflow’r, thinking ’twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t’ excuse the blame
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Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.
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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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To-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.
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To be a husbandman, is but a retreat from the city; to be a philosopher, from the world; or rather, a retreat from the world, as it is man’s, into the world, as it is God’s.
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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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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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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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The liberty of a people consists in being governed by laws which they have made themselves, under whatsoever form it be of government
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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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