All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
ABRAHAM COWLEYI 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.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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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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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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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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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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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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“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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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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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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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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When Harvey’s violent passion she did see, Began to tremble and to flee; Took sanctuary, like Daphne, in a tree
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What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
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Awake, awake, my Lyre!And tell thy silent master’s humble taleIn sounds that may prevail;Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire
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There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
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