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
ABRAHAM COWLEYMan is too near all kinds of beasts,–a fawning dog, a roaring lion, a thieving fox, a robbing wolf, a dissembling crocodile, a treacherous decoy, and a rapacious vulture.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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And I myself a Catholic will be, So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee. Hail, Bard triumphant! and some care bestow On us, the Poets militant below.
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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.
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Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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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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Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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In fields d’or or d’argent; but, if heraldry were guided by reason, a plough in a field arable would be the most noble and ancient arms.”
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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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Solitude 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.
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Why dost thou heap up wealth, which thou must quit, Or what is worse, be left by it? Why dost thou load thyself when thou ‘rt to fly, Oh, man! ordain’d to die?
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Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
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Life for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live.
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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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