It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
ABRAHAM COWLEYTo-day is ours; what do we fear? To-day is ours; we have it here. Let’s treat it kindly, that it may Wish, at least, with us to stay.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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The liberty of a people consists in being governed by laws which they have made themselves, under whatsoever form it be of government
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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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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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Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
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I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that
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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
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Thus would I double my life’s fading space;For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
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Fill all the Glasses there; for why Should every Creature Drink but I? Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
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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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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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Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
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To be a husbandman, is but a retreat from the city; to be a philosopher, from the world; or rather, a retreat from the world, as it is man’s, into the world, as it is God’s.
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Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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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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