Nay, in death’s hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove’s.
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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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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Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
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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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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 getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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The liberty of a people consists in being governed by laws which they have made themselves, under whatsoever form it be of government
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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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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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Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.
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Life is an incurable disease.
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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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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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