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.
ABRAHAM COWLEYMan 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.
ABRAHAM COWLEYThe spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
ABRAHAM COWLEYThe motions strait, and round, and swift, and slow, And short and long, were mixt and woven so, Did in such artful Figures smoothly fall, As made this decent measur’d dance of all. And this is Musick.
ABRAHAM COWLEYNeither the praise nor the blame is our own.
ABRAHAM COWLEYThe getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
ABRAHAM COWLEYGod the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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.
ABRAHAM COWLEYThere have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
ABRAHAM COWLEYWho that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
ABRAHAM COWLEYThis a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
ABRAHAM COWLEY“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 COWLEY:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
ABRAHAM COWLEYThe Sunflow’r, thinking ’twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t’ excuse the blame
ABRAHAM COWLEYGold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.
ABRAHAM COWLEYThe world’s a scene of changes.
ABRAHAM COWLEY