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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.

Abraham Cowley

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Abraham Cowley
Age: 49 †
Born: 1618
Born: January 1
Died: 1667
Died: July 28
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Our yesterday's to-morrow now is gone, And still a new to-morrow does come on. We by to-morrow draw out all our store, Till the exhausted well can yield no more.
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Curs'd be that wretch (Death's factor sure) who brought Dire swords into the peaceful world, and taught Smiths (who before could only make The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man's left to epitomize!
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God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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Life for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live.
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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Why dost thou heap up wealth, which thou must quit, Or what is worse, be left by it? Why dost thou load thyself when thou 'rt to fly, Oh, man! ordain'd to die? Why dost thou build up stately rooms on high, Thou who art under ground to lie? Thou sow'st and plantest, but no fruit must see, For death, alas! is reaping thee.
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Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning's gentle wine! Nature waits upon thee still, And thy verdant cup does fill 'Tis fill'd wherever thou dost tread, Nature's self's thy Ganymede.
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What a brave privilege is it to be free from all contentions, from all envying or being envied, from receiving or paying all kinds of ceremonies!
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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?
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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
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What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
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There is some help for all the defects of fortune for, if a man cannot attain to the length of his wishes, he may have his remedy by cutting of them shorter.
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Hope! fortune's cheating lottery when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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