God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
ABRAHAM COWLEYThe Sunflow’r, thinking ’twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t’ excuse the blame
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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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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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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The motions strait, and round, and swift, and slow, And short and long, were mixt and woven so, Did in such artful Figures smoothly fall, As made this decent measur’d dance of all. And this is Musick.
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The liberty of a private man, in being master of his own time and actions, as far as may consist with the laws of God and of his country.
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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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Nay, in death’s hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove’s.
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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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And I myself a Catholic will be, So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee. Hail, Bard triumphant! and some care bestow On us, the Poets militant below.
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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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Begin, be bold, and venture to be wise, He who defers this work from day to day, Does on a river’s bank expecting stay
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The Sunflow’r, thinking ’twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t’ excuse the blame
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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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Fill all the Glasses there; for why Should every Creature Drink but I? Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
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