There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
ABRAHAM COWLEYNay, in death’s hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove’s.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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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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Life is an incurable disease.
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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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His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was in the right.
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To-day is ours; what do we fear? To-day is ours; we have it here. Let’s treat it kindly, that it may Wish, at least, with us to stay.
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A mighty pain to love it is, And ’tis a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain Is to love, but love in vain.
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May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.
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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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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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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 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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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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Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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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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Thus would I double my life’s fading space;For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
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