Abraham Cowley

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

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

For the whole world, without a native home,
Is nothing but a prison of larger room.

For the whole world, without a native home,
Is nothing but a prison of larger room.

Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find:
Occasion once past by, is bald behind.

Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find:
Occasion once past by, is bald behind.

Gold begets in brethren hate;
Gold in families debate;
Gold does friendship separate;
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Gold begets in brethren hate;
Gold in families debate;
Gold does friendship separate;
Gold does civil wars create.

Money was made, not to command our will,
But all out lawful pleasure to fulfil.
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Money was made, not to command our will,
But all out lawful pleasure to fulfil.
Shame and woe to use, if we our wealth obey;
The horse doth with the horseman run away.