Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
ABRAHAM COWLEYTo 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.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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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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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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Our yesterday’s to-morrow now is gone, And still a new to-morrow does come on. We by to-morrow draw out all our store, Till the exhausted well can yield no more.
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Nature waits upon thee still, And thy verdant cup does fill; ‘Tis fill’d wherever thou dost tread, Nature’s self’s thy Ganymede.
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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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The present is an eternal now.
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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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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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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
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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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