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His time's forever, everywhere his place.
Abraham Cowley
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Abraham Cowley
Age: 49 †
Born: 1618
Born: January 1
Died: 1667
Died: July 28
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I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that ... 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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There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
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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, 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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God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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Our yesterday's to-morrow now is gone, And still a new to-morrow does come on. We by to-morrow draw out all our store, Till the exhausted well can yield no more.
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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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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 The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man's left to epitomize!
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Poets by Death are conquer'd but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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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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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light And Sleep, as undisturb'd as Death, the Night.
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All this world's noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
Abraham Cowley
Nay, in death's hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove's.
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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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The monster London laugh at me.
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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? 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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Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
Abraham Cowley
Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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