WednesdayFeb 25, 2026
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Abraham Cowley (1618 - July 28, 1667), English poet, was born in the City of London late in 1618. He was one of the leading English poets of the seventeenth century with 14 printings of his Works published between 1668 and 1721.
Well then: I now do plainly see the busy world and I shall ne'er agree.
There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, but an eternal now does always last.
Enjoy the present hour, be thankful for the past, and neither fear nor wish the approaches of the last.
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.
Hope! of all ills that men endure, The only cheap and universal cure.
Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.
Words that weep and tears that speak.
Hope! fortune's cheating lottery Where for one prize a thousand blanks there are.
Poverty wants some, luxury many, and avarice all things.
No matter what the form of the government, the liberty of a people consists in being governed by laws which they have themselves made.
Lukewarmness I account a sin As great in love an in religion.
I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that ... I might be master at last of a small house and a large garden, with very moderate conveniences joined to them, and there dedicate the remainder of my life to the culture of them and the study of nature.
Thin airy things extend themselves in space, Things solid take up little place...
This only grant me, that my means may lie Too low for envy, for contempt too high.
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