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.
Hence ye profane; I hate ye all;
Both the great vulgar, and the small.
Hence ye profane; I hate ye all;
Both the great vulgar, and the small.
Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
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.
An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair,
And fell adown his shoulders with losse care.
An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair,
And fell adown his shoulders with losse care.
