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The present is an eternal now.

Abraham Cowley

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Abraham Cowley
Age: 49 †
Born: 1618
Born: January 1
Died: 1667
Died: July 28
Essayist
Playwright
Poet
Prosaist
the City
Eternal
Present

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s a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
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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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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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Poets by Death are conquer'd but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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May I a small house and large garden have And a few friends, And many books, both true.
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Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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Man is too near all kinds of beasts,--a fawning dog, a roaring lion, a thieving fox, a robbing wolf, a dissembling crocodile, a treacherous decoy, and a rapacious vulture.
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Hope! fortune's cheating lottery when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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All the world's bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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To-day is ours what do we fear? To-day is ours we have it here. Let's treat it kindly, that it may Wish, at least, with us to stay. Let's banish business, banish sorrow To the gods belong to-morrow.
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His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong his life, I'm sure, was in the right.
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.
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His time's forever, everywhere his place.
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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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It is a hard and nice subject for a man to speak of himself: it grates his own heart to say anything of disparagement, and the reader's ear to hear anything of praise from him.
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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
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