The monster London laugh at me.
ABRAHAM COWLEY- All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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The monster London laugh at me.
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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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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?
ABRAHAM COWLEYDoes 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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Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
ABRAHAM COWLEYOf all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
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Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
ABRAHAM COWLEYNothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.
ABRAHAM COWLEYMay I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.
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Begin, be bold, and venture to be wise, He who defers this work from day to day, Does on a river’s bank expecting stay
ABRAHAM COWLEYBegin, be bold, and venture to be wise, He who defers this work from day to day, Does on a river’s bank expecting stay
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Why to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
ABRAHAM COWLEYWhy to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
ABRAHAM COWLEYVain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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To th’ active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn’s string a touch more sore and grave.
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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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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.
ABRAHAM COWLEYTo-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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His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was in the right.
ABRAHAM COWLEYHis faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was in the right.
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There Daphne’s Lover stopped, and thought it much The very leaves of her to touch: But Harvey, our Apollo, stopp’d not so; Into the Bark and Root he after her did go!
ABRAHAM COWLEYThere Daphne’s Lover stopped, and thought it much The very leaves of her to touch: But Harvey, our Apollo, stopp’d not so; Into the Bark and Root he after her did go!
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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.
ABRAHAM COWLEYThe 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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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
ABRAHAM COWLEYWho lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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