Awake, awake, my Lyre!And tell thy silent master’s humble taleIn sounds that may prevail;Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire
ABRAHAM COWLEYWho lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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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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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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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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May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.
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“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
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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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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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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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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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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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