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 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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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
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Coy Nature, (which remain’d, though aged grown, A beauteous virgin still, enjoy’d by none, Nor seen unveil’d by anyone),
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Begin, be bold, and venture to be wise, He who defers this work from day to day, Does on a river’s bank expecting stay
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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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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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There Daphne’s Lover stopped, and thought it much The very leaves of her to touch: But Harvey, our Apollo, stopp’d not so; Into the Bark and Root he after her did go!
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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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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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Does not the passage of Moses and the Israelites into the Holy Land yield incomparably more poetic variety than the voyages of Ulysses or Aeneas?
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His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was in the right.
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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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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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Life is an incurable disease.
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