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
ABRAHAM COWLEYNeither the praise nor the blame is our own.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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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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Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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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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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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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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There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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Both wise, and both delightful too. And since Love ne’er will from me flee, A mistress moderately fair, And good as Guardian angels are, Only belov’d and loving me.
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Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
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Why dost thou build up stately rooms on high, Thou who art under ground to lie? Thou sow’st and plantest, but no fruit must see, For death, alas! is reaping thee.
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