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?
ABRAHAM COWLEYThis only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
ABRAHAM COWLEYThus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
ABRAHAM COWLEYThe liberty of a people consists in being governed by laws which they have made themselves, under whatsoever form it be of government
ABRAHAM COWLEYLife for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live.
ABRAHAM COWLEYThere 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!
ABRAHAM COWLEYThe present is all the ready money Fate can give.
ABRAHAM COWLEYDoes not the passage of Moses and the Israelites into the Holy Land yield incomparably more poetic variety than the voyages of Ulysses or Aeneas?
ABRAHAM COWLEYSleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.
ABRAHAM COWLEYCurs’d be that wretch (Death’s factor sure) who brought Dire swords into the peaceful world, and taught Smiths (who before could only make.
ABRAHAM COWLEYFill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
ABRAHAM COWLEYWho that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
ABRAHAM COWLEYSolitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of it, and enough virtue to despise all the vanity.
ABRAHAM COWLEYIt was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
ABRAHAM COWLEYCome, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
ABRAHAM COWLEYStones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
ABRAHAM COWLEY