Abraham Cowley ( 10 of 23 )
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.
Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise
Up between two eternities!
Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise
Up between two eternities!
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.
Shame and read more
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.
Nothing in Nature's sober found,
But an eternal Health goes round.
Fill up the Bowl then, fill read more
Nothing in Nature's sober found,
But an eternal Health goes round.
Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high--
Fill all the Glasses there; for why
Should every Creature Drink but I?
Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
Nature's self's thy Ganymede.
Nature's self's thy Ganymede.
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.
The thirsty Earth soaks up the Rain,
And drinks, and gapes for Drink again;
The Plants suck read more
The thirsty Earth soaks up the Rain,
And drinks, and gapes for Drink again;
The Plants suck in the Earth and are
With constant Drinking fresh and fair.
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.
For the whole world, without a native home,
Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
For the whole world, without a native home,
Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
