Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
ABRAHAM COWLEYMuch will always wanting be To him who much desires.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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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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Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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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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Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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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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Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
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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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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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Why to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
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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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This a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
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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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