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
ABRAHAM COWLEYTo th’ active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn’s string a touch more sore and grave.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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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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It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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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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I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that
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This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
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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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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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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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Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high
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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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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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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 world’s a scene of changes.
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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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