Both wise, and both delightful too. And since Love ne’er will from me flee, A mistress moderately fair, And good as Guardian angels are, Only belov’d and loving me.
ABRAHAM COWLEYGod the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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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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May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.
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Nature waits upon thee still, And thy verdant cup does fill; ‘Tis fill’d wherever thou dost tread, Nature’s self’s thy Ganymede.
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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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The world’s a scene of changes.
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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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I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast.
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Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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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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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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In fields d’or or d’argent; but, if heraldry were guided by reason, a plough in a field arable would be the most noble and ancient arms.”
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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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God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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