Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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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Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
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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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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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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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Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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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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A mighty pain to love it is, And ’tis a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain Is to love, but love in vain.
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Life is an incurable disease.
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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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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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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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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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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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