All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
ABRAHAM COWLEY- Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
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Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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Life for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live.
ABRAHAM COWLEYLife for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live.
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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.
ABRAHAM COWLEYI 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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Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
ABRAHAM COWLEYBeauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
ABRAHAM COWLEYThe spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
ABRAHAM COWLEYBuild yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
ABRAHAM COWLEYBooks should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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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.
ABRAHAM COWLEYBoth 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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Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
ABRAHAM COWLEYNothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
ABRAHAM COWLEY:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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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.
ABRAHAM COWLEYAnd 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 in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
ABRAHAM COWLEYNothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
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Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
ABRAHAM COWLEYUnbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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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.
ABRAHAM COWLEYFill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
ABRAHAM COWLEYHope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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The Sunflow’r, thinking ’twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t’ excuse the blame
ABRAHAM COWLEYThe Sunflow’r, thinking ’twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t’ excuse the blame
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