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. — Abraham Cowley Copy Share Image
Does not the passage of Moses and the Israelites into the Holy Land yield incomparably more poetic variety than the voyages of Ulysses or Aeneas? — Abraham Cowley Copy Share Image
All the world's bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries. — Abraham Cowley Copy Share Image
The liberty of a people consists in being governed by laws which they have made themselves, under whatsoever form it be of government; the… — Abraham Cowley Copy Share Image
I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast. — Abraham Cowley Copy Share Image
The Sunflow'r, thinking 'twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t' excuse the blame; It was not sleep that made him… — Abraham Cowley Copy Share Image
Nothing is to come, and nothing past: But an eternal now, does always last. — Abraham Cowley Copy Share Image
"We may talk what we please," he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, "of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread… — Abraham Cowley Copy Share Image
Solitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of… — Abraham Cowley Copy Share Image
Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray. — Abraham Cowley Copy Share Image
Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create. — Abraham Cowley Copy Share Image
Poets by Death are conquer'd but the wit Of poets triumphs over it. — Abraham Cowley Copy Share Image
