Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
ABRAHAM COWLEYBooks should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
ABRAHAM COWLEYThe monster London laugh at me.
ABRAHAM COWLEYHope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
ABRAHAM COWLEYBut what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
ABRAHAM COWLEYCurs’d be that wretch (Death’s factor sure) who brought Dire swords into the peaceful world, and taught Smiths (who before could only make.
ABRAHAM COWLEYPlenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
ABRAHAM COWLEYWhy 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?
ABRAHAM COWLEYMan 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.
ABRAHAM COWLEYHis faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was in the right.
ABRAHAM COWLEYEnjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
ABRAHAM COWLEYUnbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
ABRAHAM COWLEYSleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.
ABRAHAM COWLEYAcquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
ABRAHAM COWLEYStones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
ABRAHAM COWLEYNothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
ABRAHAM COWLEYLife for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live.
ABRAHAM COWLEY