Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
ABRAHAM COWLEYOf all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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And I myself a Catholic will be, So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee. Hail, Bard triumphant! and some care bestow On us, the Poets militant below.
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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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To th’ active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn’s string a touch more sore and grave.
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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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Ah, yet, e’er I descend to th’ grave, May I a small House and a large Garden have. And a few Friends, and many Books both true
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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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His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was in the right.
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It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
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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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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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The world’s a scene of changes.
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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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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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Nay, in death’s hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove’s.
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