When Harvey’s violent passion she did see, Began to tremble and to flee; Took sanctuary, like Daphne, in a tree
ABRAHAM COWLEYOur 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.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Man is too near all kinds of beasts,–a fawning dog, a roaring lion, a thieving fox, a robbing wolf, a dissembling crocodile, a treacherous decoy, and a rapacious vulture.
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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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Fill all the Glasses there; for why Should every Creature Drink but I? Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
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Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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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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May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.
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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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Why dost thou build up stately rooms on high, Thou who art under ground to lie? Thou sow’st and plantest, but no fruit must see, For death, alas! is reaping thee.
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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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Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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Life is an incurable disease.
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