The Sunflow’r, thinking ’twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t’ excuse the blame
ABRAHAM COWLEYTill the whole stream, which stopped him, should be gone, That runs, and as it runs, for ever will run on.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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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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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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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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I would not fear nor wish my fate, but boldly say each night, to-morrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them; I have lived today.
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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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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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When Israel was from bondage led,Led by the Almighty’s handFrom out of foreign land,The great sea beheld and fled.
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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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The world’s a scene of changes.
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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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His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was in the right.
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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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Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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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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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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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
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I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast.
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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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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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The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
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Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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