Life for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live.
ABRAHAM COWLEYNay, in death’s hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove’s.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Solitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of it, and enough virtue to despise all the vanity.
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The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
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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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Fill all the Glasses there; for why Should every Creature Drink but I? Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
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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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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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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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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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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
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