135 Quotes by Abraham Cowley

What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?

Thus would I double my life's fading space;For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.

The present is an eternal now.

The present is all the ready money Fate can give.

Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.

But what is woman? Only one of nature's agreeable blunders.

Ah, yet, e'er I descend to th' grave, May I a small House and a large Garden have. And a few Friends, and many Books both true, Both wise, and both delightful too. And since Love ne'er will from me flee, A mistress moderately fair, And good as Guardian angels are, Only belov'd and loving me.

Poets by Death are conquer'd but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.

And I myself a Catholic will be, So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee. Hail, Bard triumphant! and some care bestow On us, the Poets militant below.