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.
ABRAHAM COWLEYWhy 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.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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The monster London laugh at me.
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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
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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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Fill all the Glasses there; for why Should every Creature Drink but I? Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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The liberty of a people consists in being governed by laws which they have made themselves, under whatsoever form it be of government
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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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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
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Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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