God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
ABRAHAM COWLEYAwake, awake, my Lyre!And tell thy silent master’s humble taleIn sounds that may prevail;Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Life is an incurable disease.
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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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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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Does not the passage of Moses and the Israelites into the Holy Land yield incomparably more poetic variety than the voyages of Ulysses or Aeneas?
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To be a husbandman, is but a retreat from the city; to be a philosopher, from the world; or rather, a retreat from the world, as it is man’s, into the world, as it is God’s.
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This a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
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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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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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Why dost thou build up stately rooms on high, Thou who art under ground to lie? Thou sow’st and plantest, but no fruit must see, For death, alas! is reaping thee.
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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that
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Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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