Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
ABRAHAM COWLEYAs 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.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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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
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Why dost thou build up stately rooms on high, Thou who art under ground to lie? Thou sow’st and plantest, but no fruit must see, For death, alas! is reaping thee.
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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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The Sunflow’r, thinking ’twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t’ excuse the blame
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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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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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Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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The world’s a scene of changes.
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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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When Israel was from bondage led,Led by the Almighty’s handFrom out of foreign land,The great sea beheld and fled.
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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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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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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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Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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