A mighty pain to love it is, And ’tis a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain Is to love, but love in vain.
ABRAHAM COWLEY- 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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I 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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A mighty pain to love it is, And ’tis a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain Is to love, but love in vain.
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His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
ABRAHAM COWLEYHis time’s forever, everywhere his place.
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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
ABRAHAM COWLEYAll the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
ABRAHAM COWLEYPlenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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Life is an incurable disease.
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Why to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
ABRAHAM COWLEYWhy to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
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Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
ABRAHAM COWLEYWater and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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Life for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live.
ABRAHAM COWLEYLife for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live.
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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.
ABRAHAM COWLEYOur 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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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.
ABRAHAM COWLEYWhy 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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It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
ABRAHAM COWLEYIt was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
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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.
ABRAHAM COWLEYThe 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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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
ABRAHAM COWLEYThe getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
ABRAHAM COWLEYHope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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Fill all the Glasses there; for why Should every Creature Drink but I? Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
ABRAHAM COWLEYFill all the Glasses there; for why Should every Creature Drink but I? Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
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Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
ABRAHAM COWLEYAcquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
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