Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
ABRAHAM COWLEYWhen Israel was from bondage led,Led by the Almighty’s handFrom out of foreign land,The great sea beheld and fled.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims 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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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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Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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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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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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His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was in the right.
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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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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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Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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The monster London laugh at me.
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Both wise, and both delightful too. And since Love ne’er will from me flee, A mistress moderately fair, And good as Guardian angels are, Only belov’d and loving me.
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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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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our 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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Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.
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To-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.
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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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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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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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I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that
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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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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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