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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.

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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s a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
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Thus would I double my life's fading spaceFor he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
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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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The present is an eternal now.
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And I myself a Catholic will be, So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee. Hail, Bard triumphant! and some care bestow On us, the Poets militant below.
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Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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Life is an incurable disease.
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Begin, be bold, and venture to be wise, He who defers this work from day to day, Does on a river's bank expecting stay, Till the whole stream, which stopped him, should be gone, That runs, and as it runs, for ever will run on.
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Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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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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Nothing in Nature's sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high-- Fill all the Glasses there for why Should every Creature Drink but I? Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
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God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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Hope! fortune's cheating lottery when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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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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Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
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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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The Sunflow'r, thinking 'twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t' excuse the blame It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
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Nay, in death's hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove's.
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