Nature waits upon thee still, And thy verdant cup does fill; ‘Tis fill’d wherever thou dost tread, Nature’s self’s thy Ganymede.
ABRAHAM COWLEYSolitude 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.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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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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Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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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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Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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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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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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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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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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