Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
ABRAHAM COWLEYLife is an incurable disease.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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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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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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Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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To th’ active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn’s string a touch more sore and grave.
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Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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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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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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When Israel was from bondage led,Led by the Almighty’s handFrom out of foreign land,The great sea beheld and fled.
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His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
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There Daphne’s Lover stopped, and thought it much The very leaves of her to touch: But Harvey, our Apollo, stopp’d not so; Into the Bark and Root he after her did go!
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Our yesterday’s to-morrow now is gone, And still a new to-morrow does come on. We by to-morrow draw out all our store, Till the exhausted well can yield no more.
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Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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