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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.

Abraham Cowley

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Abraham Cowley
Age: 49 †
Born: 1618
Born: January 1
Died: 1667
Died: July 28
Essayist
Playwright
Poet
Prosaist
the City
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Fate
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All this world's noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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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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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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But what is woman? Only one of nature's agreeable blunders.
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Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning's gentle wine! Nature waits upon thee still, And thy verdant cup does fill 'Tis fill'd wherever thou dost tread, Nature's self's thy Ganymede.
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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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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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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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