God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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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Fill all the Glasses there; for why Should every Creature Drink but I? Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
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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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The monster London laugh at me.
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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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Life is an incurable disease.
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The world’s a scene of changes.
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Coy Nature, (which remain’d, though aged grown, A beauteous virgin still, enjoy’d by none, Nor seen unveil’d by anyone),
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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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The liberty of a private man, in being master of his own time and actions, as far as may consist with the laws of God and of his country.
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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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Curs’d be that wretch (Death’s factor sure) who brought Dire swords into the peaceful world, and taught Smiths (who before could only make.
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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.
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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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Ah, yet, e’er I descend to th’ grave, May I a small House and a large Garden have. And a few Friends, and many Books both true
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Awake, awake, my Lyre!And tell thy silent master’s humble taleIn sounds that may prevail;Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire
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