All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
ABRAHAM COWLEYAh! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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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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Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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Life is an incurable disease.
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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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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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Does not the passage of Moses and the Israelites into the Holy Land yield incomparably more poetic variety than the voyages of Ulysses or Aeneas?
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There is some help for all the defects of fortune; for, if a man cannot attain to the length of his wishes, he may have his remedy by cutting of them shorter.
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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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Nature waits upon thee still, And thy verdant cup does fill; ‘Tis fill’d wherever thou dost tread, Nature’s self’s thy Ganymede.
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The monster London laugh at me.
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Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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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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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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