Life is an incurable disease.
ABRAHAM COWLEYWho lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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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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Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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To be a husbandman, is but a retreat from the city; to be a philosopher, from the world; or rather, a retreat from the world, as it is man’s, into the world, as it is God’s.
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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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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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Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
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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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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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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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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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The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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