Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
ABRAHAM COWLEYEnjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
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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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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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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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This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
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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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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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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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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
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There is some help for all the defects of fortune; for, if a man cannot attain to the length of his wishes, he may have his remedy by cutting of them shorter.
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There Daphne’s Lover stopped, and thought it much The very leaves of her to touch: But Harvey, our Apollo, stopp’d not so; Into the Bark and Root he after her did go!
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