Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.
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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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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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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Nay, in death’s hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove’s.
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This a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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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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The Sunflow’r, thinking ’twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t’ excuse the blame
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Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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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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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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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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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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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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Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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