There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
ABRAHAM COWLEY
Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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Both wise, and both delightful too. And since Love ne’er will from me flee, A mistress moderately fair, And good as Guardian angels are, Only belov’d and loving me.
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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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Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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There is some help for all the defects of fortune; for, if a man cannot attain to the length of his wishes, he may have his remedy by cutting of them shorter.
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The world’s a scene of changes.
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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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What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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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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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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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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