Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
ABRAHAM COWLEYCuriosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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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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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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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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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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Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
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Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast.
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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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Solitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of it, and enough virtue to despise all the vanity.
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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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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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Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
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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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Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.
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Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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