“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
ABRAHAM COWLEYNothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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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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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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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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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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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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Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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Fill all the Glasses there; for why Should every Creature Drink but I? Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
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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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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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