As for being much known by sight, and pointed out, I cannot comprehend the honor that lies withal; whatsoever it be, every mountebank has it more than the best doctor.
ABRAHAM COWLEYThis only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.
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The monster London laugh at me.
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Nature waits upon thee still, And thy verdant cup does fill; ‘Tis fill’d wherever thou dost tread, Nature’s self’s thy Ganymede.
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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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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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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was in the right.
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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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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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Coy 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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Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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