Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
ABRAHAM COWLEYOf all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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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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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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What a brave privilege is it to be free from all contentions, from all envying or being envied, from receiving or paying all kinds of ceremonies!
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The liberty of a people consists in being governed by laws which they have made themselves, under whatsoever form it be of government
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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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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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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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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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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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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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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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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