Maxioms by Abraham Cowley
Money was made, not to command our will, But all our lawful pleasures to fulfill. Shame and woe to us, read more
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.
His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might
Be wrong; his life, I'm sure, was in the right.
His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might
Be wrong; his life, I'm sure, was in the right.
Hope! of all ills that men endure,
The only cheap and universal cure.
Hope! of all ills that men endure,
The only cheap and universal cure.
Words that weep, and tears that speak.
Words that weep, and tears that speak.
An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair,
And fell adown his shoulders with losse care.
An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair,
And fell adown his shoulders with losse care.
