It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
ABRAHAM COWLEYBut what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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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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Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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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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Thus would I double my life’s fading space;For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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The monster London laugh at me.
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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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To th’ active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn’s string a touch more sore and grave.
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Life is an incurable disease.
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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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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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As for being much known by sight, and pointed out, I cannot comprehend the honor that lies withal; whatsoever it be, every mountebank has it more than the best doctor.
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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
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