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?
ABRAHAM COWLEYThe present is all the ready money Fate can give.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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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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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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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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His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was in the right.
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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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Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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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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Man is too near all kinds of beasts,–a fawning dog, a roaring lion, a thieving fox, a robbing wolf, a dissembling crocodile, a treacherous decoy, and a rapacious vulture.
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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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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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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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Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
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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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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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