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Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.

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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Drooping
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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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s a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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All the world's bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast.
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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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Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends not on number, but the choice of friends.
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The monster London laugh at me.
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