Abraham Cowley

Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day,
But night itself does the rich gem betray.

Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day,
But night itself does the rich gem betray.

His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might
Be wrong; his life, I'm sure, was in the right.

His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might
Be wrong; his life, I'm sure, was in the right.

Ah, yet, e'er I descend to th' grave,
May I a small House and a large Garden have.
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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.

Money was made, not to command our will, But all our lawful pleasures to fulfill. Shame and woe to us, read more

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.

Money was made, not to command our will,
But all out lawful pleasure to fulfil.
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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.