Does not the passage of Moses and the Israelites into the Holy Land yield incomparably more poetic variety than the voyages of Ulysses or Aeneas?
ABRAHAM COWLEYFor the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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It is a hard and nice subject for a man to speak of himself: it grates his own heart to say anything of disparagement, and the reader’s ear to hear anything of praise from him.
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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast.
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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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Why dost thou heap up wealth, which thou must quit, Or what is worse, be left by it? Why dost thou load thyself when thou ‘rt to fly, Oh, man! ordain’d to die?
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To 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.
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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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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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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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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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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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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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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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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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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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