Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
ABRAHAM COWLEYMay I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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Life is an incurable disease.
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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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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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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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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 present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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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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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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Till the whole stream, which stopped him, should be gone, That runs, and as it runs, for ever will run on.
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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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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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