Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
ABRAHAM COWLEYI confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Why to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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The world’s a scene of changes.
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
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Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
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Nature waits upon thee still, And thy verdant cup does fill; ‘Tis fill’d wherever thou dost tread, Nature’s self’s thy Ganymede.
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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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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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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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Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
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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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I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that
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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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