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Life is an incurable disease.

Abraham Cowley

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Abraham Cowley
Age: 49 †
Born: 1618
Born: January 1
Died: 1667
Died: July 28
Essayist
Playwright
Poet
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the City
Incurable
Disease
Existence
Success
Life

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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
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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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The liberty of a people consists in being governed by laws which they have made themselves, under whatsoever form it be of government the liberty of a private man, in being master of his own time and actions, as far as may consist with the laws of God and of his country.
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We may talk what we please, he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles, in fields d'or or d'argent but, if heraldry were guided by reason, a plough in a field arable would be the most noble and ancient arms.
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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It is a hard and nice subject for a man to speak of himself: it grates his own heart to say anything of disparagement, and the reader's ear to hear anything of praise from him.
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His time's forever, everywhere his place.
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s a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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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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Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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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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Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep'rate friends.
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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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There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
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