The monster London laugh at me.
ABRAHAM COWLEYNothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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In fields d’or or d’argent; but, if heraldry were guided by reason, a plough in a field arable would be the most noble and ancient arms.”
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The present is an eternal now.
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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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Man is too near all kinds of beasts,–a fawning dog, a roaring lion, a thieving fox, a robbing wolf, a dissembling crocodile, a treacherous decoy, and a rapacious vulture.
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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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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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Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
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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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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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There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
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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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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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Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.
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