Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
ABRAHAM COWLEYHappy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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There is some help for all the defects of fortune; for, if a man cannot attain to the length of his wishes, he may have his remedy by cutting of them shorter.
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Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
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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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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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I would not fear nor wish my fate, but boldly say each night, to-morrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them; I have lived today.
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Ah, yet, e’er I descend to th’ grave, May I a small House and a large Garden have. And a few Friends, and many Books both true
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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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Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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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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His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was in the right.
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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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