Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
ABRAHAM COWLEYTill the whole stream, which stopped him, should be gone, That runs, and as it runs, for ever will run on.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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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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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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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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There Daphne’s Lover stopped, and thought it much The very leaves of her to touch: But Harvey, our Apollo, stopp’d not so; Into the Bark and Root he after her did go!
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Our yesterday’s to-morrow now is gone, And still a new to-morrow does come on. We by to-morrow draw out all our store, Till the exhausted well can yield no more.
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When Israel was from bondage led,Led by the Almighty’s handFrom out of foreign land,The great sea beheld and fled.
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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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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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Both wise, and both delightful too. And since Love ne’er will from me flee, A mistress moderately fair, And good as Guardian angels are, Only belov’d and loving me.
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This a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
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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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Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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