Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
ABRAHAM COWLEYLukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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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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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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The present is an eternal now.
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Why dost thou build up stately rooms on high, Thou who art under ground to lie? Thou sow’st and plantest, but no fruit must see, For death, alas! is reaping thee.
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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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The motions strait, and round, and swift, and slow, And short and long, were mixt and woven so, Did in such artful Figures smoothly fall, As made this decent measur’d dance of all. And this is Musick.
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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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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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“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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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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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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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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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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Why to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
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