Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
ABRAHAM COWLEYLet’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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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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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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Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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The 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.
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The monster London laugh at me.
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Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
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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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As for being much known by sight, and pointed out, I cannot comprehend the honor that lies withal; whatsoever it be, every mountebank has it more than the best doctor.
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Begin, be bold, and venture to be wise, He who defers this work from day to day, Does on a river’s bank expecting stay
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His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was in the right.
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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
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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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Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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