Thus would I double my life’s fading space;For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
ABRAHAM COWLEYLife for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that
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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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Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
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Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
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Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
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May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.
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Coy Nature, (which remain’d, though aged grown, A beauteous virgin still, enjoy’d by none, Nor seen unveil’d by anyone),
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The monster London laugh at me.
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This a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
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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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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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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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Curs’d be that wretch (Death’s factor sure) who brought Dire swords into the peaceful world, and taught Smiths (who before could only make.
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Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
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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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“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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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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A mighty pain to love it is, And ’tis a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain Is to love, but love in vain.
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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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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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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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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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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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What a brave privilege is it to be free from all contentions, from all envying or being envied, from receiving or paying all kinds of ceremonies!
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Nay, in death’s hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove’s.
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