Maxioms by Abraham Cowley
Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find:
Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find:
Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
Hope! of all ills that men endure,
The only cheap and universal cure.
Hope! of all ills that men endure,
The only cheap and universal cure.
Words that weep, and tears that speak.
Words that weep, and tears that speak.
Nothing is there to come, and nothing past,
But an eternal Now does always last.
Nothing is there to come, and nothing past,
But an eternal Now does always last.
What shall I do to be forever known,
And make the age to come my own?
What shall I do to be forever known,
And make the age to come my own?
