It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
ABRAHAM COWLEYNothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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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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I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that
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There Daphne’s Lover stopped, and thought it much The very leaves of her to touch: But Harvey, our Apollo, stopp’d not so; Into the Bark and Root he after her did go!
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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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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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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
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Why dost thou heap up wealth, which thou must quit, Or what is worse, be left by it? Why dost thou load thyself when thou ‘rt to fly, Oh, man! ordain’d to die?
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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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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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