Quotes
Quotes - Cowley
Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I'm sure, was in the right.
What shall I do to be forever known, And make the age to come my own?
Nature's self's thy Ganymede.
Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.
Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning's gentle wine! Nature waits upon thee still, And thy verdant cup does fill; 'Tis fill'd wherever thou dost tread, Nature's self's thy Ganymede.
An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair, And fell adown his shoulders with losse care.
For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
Hope! of all ills that men endure, The only cheap and universal cure.
Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
Money was made, not to command our will, But all out lawful pleasure to fulfil. Shame and woe to use, if we our wealth obey; The horse doth with the horseman run away.
Money was made, not to command our will, But all our lawful pleasures to fulfill. Shame and woe to us, if we our wealth obey; The horse doth with the horseman away.
Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work.
Poets by Death are conquer'd but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
Ah, yet, e'er I descend to th' grave, May I a small House and a large Garden have. And a few Friends, and many Books both true, Both wise, and both delightful too. And since Love ne'er will from me flee, A mistress moderately fair, And good as Guardian angels are, Only belov'd and loving me.
Hence ye profane; I hate ye all; Both the great vulgar, and the small.
Words that weep, and tears that speak.
Vanity, like murder, will out.
