For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
ABRAHAM COWLEYCuriosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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The present is an eternal now.
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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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The motions strait, and round, and swift, and slow, And short and long, were mixt and woven so, Did in such artful Figures smoothly fall, As made this decent measur’d dance of all. And this is Musick.
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There is some help for all the defects of fortune; for, if a man cannot attain to the length of his wishes, he may have his remedy by cutting of them shorter.
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“We may talk what we please,” he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, “of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles
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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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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.
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And I myself a Catholic will be, So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee. Hail, Bard triumphant! and some care bestow On us, the Poets militant below.
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It 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.
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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.
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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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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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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
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Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.
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