Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
ABRAHAM COWLEY
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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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In fields d’or or d’argent; but, if heraldry were guided by reason, a plough in a field arable would be the most noble and ancient arms.”
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Why dost thou heap up wealth, which thou must quit, Or what is worse, be left by it? Why dost thou load thyself when thou ‘rt to fly, Oh, man! ordain’d to die?
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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.
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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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Life is an incurable disease.
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Why to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
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The liberty of a private man, in being master of his own time and actions, as far as may consist with the laws of God and of his country.
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Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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To be a husbandman, is but a retreat from the city; to be a philosopher, from the world; or rather, a retreat from the world, as it is man’s, into the world, as it is God’s.
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There is some help for all the defects of fortune; for, if a man cannot attain to the length of his wishes, he may have his remedy by cutting of them shorter.
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Solitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of it, and enough virtue to despise all the vanity.
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Life for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live.
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Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
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