Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
ABRAHAM COWLEYIt is a hard and nice subject for a man to speak of himself: it grates his own heart to say anything of disparagement, and the reader’s ear to hear anything of praise from him.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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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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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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This a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
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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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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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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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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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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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Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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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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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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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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There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
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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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