Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
ABRAHAM COWLEYThus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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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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The present is an eternal now.
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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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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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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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To-day is ours; what do we fear? To-day is ours; we have it here. Let’s treat it kindly, that it may Wish, at least, with us to stay.
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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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Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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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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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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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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It is a hard and nice subject for a man to speak of himself: it grates his own heart to say anything of disparagement, and the reader’s ear to hear anything of praise from him.
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His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
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