There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
ABRAHAM COWLEYOf all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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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 so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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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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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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Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.
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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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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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Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
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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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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
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Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
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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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