Why to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
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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Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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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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Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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The monster London laugh at me.
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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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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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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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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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Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
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Our yesterday’s to-morrow now is gone, And still a new to-morrow does come on. We by to-morrow draw out all our store, Till the exhausted well can yield no more.
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