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.
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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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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The Sunflow’r, thinking ’twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t’ excuse the blame
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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
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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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The world’s a scene of changes.
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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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Begin, be bold, and venture to be wise, He who defers this work from day to day, Does on a river’s bank expecting stay
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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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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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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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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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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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