Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
ABRAHAM COWLEYThe Sunflow’r, thinking ’twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t’ excuse the blame
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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Nature waits upon thee still, And thy verdant cup does fill; ‘Tis fill’d wherever thou dost tread, Nature’s self’s thy Ganymede.
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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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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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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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It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
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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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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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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 monster London laugh at me.
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There is some help for all the defects of fortune; for, if a man cannot attain to the length of his wishes, he may have his remedy by cutting of them shorter.
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May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.
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I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast.
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