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 COWLEYIt was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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Our yesterday’s to-morrow now is gone, And still a new to-morrow does come on. We by to-morrow draw out all our store, Till the exhausted well can yield no more.
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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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The world’s a scene of changes.
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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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Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.
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There is some help for all the defects of fortune; for, if a man cannot attain to the length of his wishes, he may have his remedy by cutting of them shorter.
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This a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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I would not fear nor wish my fate, but boldly say each night, to-morrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them; I have lived today.
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Nay, in death’s hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove’s.
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To th’ active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn’s string a touch more sore and grave.
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