The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize! ABRAHAM COWLEY EpitomizeLeftPloughSpade
To th’ active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn’s string a touch more sore and grave. ABRAHAM COWLEY BriskGaveGraveSaturnSore
When Israel was from bondage led,Led by the Almighty’s handFrom out of foreign land,The great sea beheld and fled. ABRAHAM COWLEY AlmightyBondage
Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high ABRAHAM COWLEY BowlDrinkingEternalFillRoundSober
Curs’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 COWLEY
Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be! ABRAHAM COWLEY CheatingFortuneHundredPrize
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. ABRAHAM COWLEY LeastMayOurWish
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. ABRAHAM COWLEY ComprehendHonorMuchWhatsoever
