Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
ABRAHAM COWLEYFill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Life for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live.
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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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The monster London laugh at me.
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Coy Nature, (which remain’d, though aged grown, A beauteous virgin still, enjoy’d by none, Nor seen unveil’d by anyone),
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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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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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To th’ active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn’s string a touch more sore and grave.
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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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Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
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The world’s a scene of changes.
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Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
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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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This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
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