Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
ABRAHAM COWLEYTo be a husbandman, is but a retreat from the city; to be a philosopher, from the world; or rather, a retreat from the world, as it is man’s, into the world, as it is God’s.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.
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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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There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
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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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God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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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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Life for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live.
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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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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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This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
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The monster London laugh at me.
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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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