Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
ABRAHAM COWLEY
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.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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I 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.
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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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To be a husbandman, is but a retreat from the city; to be a philosopher, from the world; or rather, a retreat from the world, as it is man’s, into the world, as it is God’s.
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was in the right.
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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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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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The monster London laugh at me.
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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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Curs’d be that wretch (Death’s factor sure) who brought Dire swords into the peaceful world, and taught Smiths (who before could only make.
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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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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
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