Thus would I double my life’s fading space;For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
ABRAHAM COWLEYUnbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Why to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
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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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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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The monster London laugh at me.
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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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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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Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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I might be master at last of a small house and a large garden, with very moderate conveniences joined to them, and there dedicate the remainder of my life to the culture of them and the study of nature.
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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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Why dost thou build up stately rooms on high, Thou who art under ground to lie? Thou sow’st and plantest, but no fruit must see, For death, alas! is reaping thee.
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Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
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God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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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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It is a hard and nice subject for a man to speak of himself: it grates his own heart to say anything of disparagement, and the reader’s ear to hear anything of praise from him.
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Does not the passage of Moses and the Israelites into the Holy Land yield incomparably more poetic variety than the voyages of Ulysses or Aeneas?
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