Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.
ABRAHAM COWLEYThe 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.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
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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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It is a hard and nice subject for a man to speak of himself: it grates his own heart to say anything of disparagement, and the reader’s ear to hear anything of praise from him.
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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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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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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
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To th’ active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn’s string a touch more sore and grave.
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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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The monster London laugh at me.
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As for being much known by sight, and pointed out, I cannot comprehend the honor that lies withal; whatsoever it be, every mountebank has it more than the best doctor.
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