Abraham Cowley

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.

Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise
Up between two eternities!

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.

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 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.