Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
ABRAHAM COWLEYWhat 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!
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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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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Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
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“We may talk what we please,” he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, “of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles
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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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Awake, awake, my Lyre!And tell thy silent master’s humble taleIn sounds that may prevail;Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire
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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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Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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The present is an eternal now.
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Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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Nature waits upon thee still, And thy verdant cup does fill; ‘Tis fill’d wherever thou dost tread, Nature’s self’s thy Ganymede.
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