God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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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Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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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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Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.
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Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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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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Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
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A mighty pain to love it is, And ’tis a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain Is to love, but love in vain.
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To-day is ours; what do we fear? To-day is ours; we have it here. Let’s treat it kindly, that it may Wish, at least, with us to stay.
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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
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Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
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The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
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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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