Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.
ABRAHAM COWLEYPlenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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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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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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The Sunflow’r, thinking ’twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t’ excuse the blame
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Why dost thou build up stately rooms on high, Thou who art under ground to lie? Thou sow’st and plantest, but no fruit must see, For death, alas! is reaping thee.
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I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that
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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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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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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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Thus would I double my life’s fading space;For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
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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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Why 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?
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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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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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