Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
ABRAHAM COWLEYThe world’s a scene of changes.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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The world’s a scene of changes.
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Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.
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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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Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
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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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Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
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Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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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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I might be master at last of a small house and a large garden, with very moderate conveniences joined to them, and there dedicate the remainder of my life to the culture of them and the study of nature.
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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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Awake, awake, my Lyre!And tell thy silent master’s humble taleIn sounds that may prevail;Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire
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Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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The monster London laugh at me.
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Man 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.
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Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
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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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The 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.
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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Why to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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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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Begin, be bold, and venture to be wise, He who defers this work from day to day, Does on a river’s bank expecting stay
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Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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