Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
ABRAHAM COWLEYWhy 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?
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.
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Nay, in death’s hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove’s.
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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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Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
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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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Why to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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Coy Nature, (which remain’d, though aged grown, A beauteous virgin still, enjoy’d by none, Nor seen unveil’d by anyone),
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The monster London laugh at me.
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The world’s a scene of changes.
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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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Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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And I myself a Catholic will be, So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee. Hail, Bard triumphant! and some care bestow On us, the Poets militant below.
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