Coy Nature, (which remain’d, though aged grown, A beauteous virgin still, enjoy’d by none, Nor seen unveil’d by anyone),
ABRAHAM COWLEYIt is a hard and nice subject for a man to speak of himself: it grates his own heart to say anything of disparagement, and the reader’s ear to hear anything of praise from him.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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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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Why to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
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Nay, in death’s hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove’s.
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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.
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The present is an eternal now.
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I might be master at last of a small house and a large garden, with very moderate conveniences joined to them, and there dedicate the remainder of my life to the culture of them and the study of nature.
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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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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.
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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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This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
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