Maxioms by Abraham Cowley
Nothing in Nature's sober found,
But an eternal Health goes round.
Fill up the Bowl then, fill read more
Nothing in Nature's sober found,
But an eternal Health goes round.
Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high--
Fill all the Glasses there; for why
Should every Creature Drink but I?
Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
We griev'd, we sigh'd, we wept; we never blushed before.
We griev'd, we sigh'd, we wept; we never blushed before.
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.
Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
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.
