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Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.

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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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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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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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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This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
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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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Awake, awake, my Lyre!And tell thy silent master's humble taleIn sounds that may prevailSounds that gentle thoughts inspire:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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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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