Fill all the Glasses there; for why Should every Creature Drink but I? Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
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Happy 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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Fill all the Glasses there; for why Should every Creature Drink but I? Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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This a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
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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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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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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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The monster London laugh at me.
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A mighty pain to love it is, And ’tis a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain Is to love, but love in vain.
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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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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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As for being much known by sight, and pointed out, I cannot comprehend the honor that lies withal; whatsoever it be, every mountebank has it more than the best doctor.
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I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that
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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 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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