Thus would I double my life’s fading space;For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
ABRAHAM COWLEY- Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Thus would I double my life’s fading space;For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
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Curs’d be that wretch (Death’s factor sure) who brought Dire swords into the peaceful world, and taught Smiths (who before could only make.
ABRAHAM COWLEYCurs’d be that wretch (Death’s factor sure) who brought Dire swords into the peaceful world, and taught Smiths (who before could only make.
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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
ABRAHAM COWLEYAll this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
ABRAHAM COWLEYNeither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
ABRAHAM COWLEYThe present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
ABRAHAM COWLEYAll the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
ABRAHAM COWLEYNothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
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And I myself a Catholic will be, So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee. Hail, Bard triumphant! and some care bestow On us, the Poets militant below.
ABRAHAM COWLEYAnd I myself a Catholic will be, So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee. Hail, Bard triumphant! and some care bestow On us, the Poets militant below.
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Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.
ABRAHAM COWLEYGold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.
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The motions strait, and round, and swift, and slow, And short and long, were mixt and woven so, Did in such artful Figures smoothly fall, As made this decent measur’d dance of all. And this is Musick.
ABRAHAM COWLEYThe motions strait, and round, and swift, and slow, And short and long, were mixt and woven so, Did in such artful Figures smoothly fall, As made this decent measur’d dance of all. And this is Musick.
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Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
ABRAHAM COWLEYStones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
ABRAHAM COWLEYLukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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When Harvey’s violent passion she did see, Began to tremble and to flee; Took sanctuary, like Daphne, in a tree
ABRAHAM COWLEYWhen Harvey’s violent passion she did see, Began to tremble and to flee; Took sanctuary, like Daphne, in a tree
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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.
ABRAHAM COWLEYTo 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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Coy Nature, (which remain’d, though aged grown, A beauteous virgin still, enjoy’d by none, Nor seen unveil’d by anyone),
ABRAHAM COWLEYCoy Nature, (which remain’d, though aged grown, A beauteous virgin still, enjoy’d by none, Nor seen unveil’d by anyone),
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