The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
ABRAHAM COWLEYLife for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Till the whole stream, which stopped him, should be gone, That runs, and as it runs, for ever will run on.
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When Israel was from bondage led,Led by the Almighty’s handFrom out of foreign land,The great sea beheld and fled.
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To-day is ours; what do we fear? To-day is ours; we have it here. Let’s treat it kindly, that it may Wish, at least, with us to stay.
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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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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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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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There is some help for all the defects of fortune; for, if a man cannot attain to the length of his wishes, he may have his remedy by cutting of them shorter.
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Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
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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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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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As for being much known by sight, and pointed out, I cannot comprehend the honor that lies withal; whatsoever it be, every mountebank has it more than the best doctor.
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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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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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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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