Thus would I double my life’s fading space;For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
ABRAHAM COWLEYAnd I myself a Catholic will be, So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee. Hail, Bard triumphant! and some care bestow On us, the Poets militant below.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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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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The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
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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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It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
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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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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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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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Life is an incurable disease.
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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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I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that
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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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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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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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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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Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.
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