The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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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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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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Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
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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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Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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When Harvey’s violent passion she did see, Began to tremble and to flee; Took sanctuary, like Daphne, in a tree
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Thus would I double my life’s fading space;For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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“We may talk what we please,” he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, “of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles
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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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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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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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It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
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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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