Till the whole stream, which stopped him, should be gone, That runs, and as it runs, for ever will run on.
ABRAHAM COWLEYI would not fear nor wish my fate, but boldly say each night, to-morrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them; I have lived today.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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What a brave privilege is it to be free from all contentions, from all envying or being envied, from receiving or paying all kinds of ceremonies!
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Ah, yet, e’er I descend to th’ grave, May I a small House and a large Garden have. And a few Friends, and many Books both true
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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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I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that
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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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Life is an incurable disease.
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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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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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The liberty of a private man, in being master of his own time and actions, as far as may consist with the laws of God and of his country.
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Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast.
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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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Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
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