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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
Abraham Cowley
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Abraham Cowley
Age: 49 †
Born: 1618
Born: January 1
Died: 1667
Died: July 28
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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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But what is woman? Only one of nature's agreeable blunders.
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The present is an eternal now.
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Life for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live.
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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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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Hope! fortune's cheating lottery when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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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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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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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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His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong his life, I'm sure, was in the right.
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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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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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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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