His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
ABRAHAM COWLEYSleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Till the whole stream, which stopped him, should be gone, That runs, and as it runs, for ever will run on.
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This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
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Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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What a brave privilege is it to be free from all contentions, from all envying or being envied, from receiving or paying all kinds of ceremonies!
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God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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Our yesterday’s to-morrow now is gone, And still a new to-morrow does come on. We by to-morrow draw out all our store, Till the exhausted well can yield no more.
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Does not the passage of Moses and the Israelites into the Holy Land yield incomparably more poetic variety than the voyages of Ulysses or Aeneas?
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Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that
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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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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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