Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
ABRAHAM COWLEYEnjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.
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“We may talk what we please,” he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, “of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles
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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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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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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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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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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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When Harvey’s violent passion she did see, Began to tremble and to flee; Took sanctuary, like Daphne, in a tree
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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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Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.
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Man is too near all kinds of beasts,–a fawning dog, a roaring lion, a thieving fox, a robbing wolf, a dissembling crocodile, a treacherous decoy, and a rapacious vulture.
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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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Thus would I double my life’s fading space;For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
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