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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.

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
Appreciation
Blame
Praise
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But what is woman? Only one of nature's agreeable blunders.
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When Israel was from bondage led,Led by the Almighty's handFrom out of foreign land,The great sea beheld and fled.
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Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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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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This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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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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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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Curs'd be that wretch (Death's factor sure) who brought Dire swords into the peaceful world, and taught Smiths (who before could only make The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man's left to epitomize!
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God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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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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Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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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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Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th' approaches of the last.
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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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The monster London laugh at me.
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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