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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
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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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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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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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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 so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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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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What a brave privilege is it to be free from all contentions, from all envying or being envied, from receiving or paying all kinds of ceremonies!
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The monster London laugh at me.
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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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But what is woman? Only one of nature's agreeable blunders.
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Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep'rate friends.
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To-day is ours what do we fear? To-day is ours we have it here. Let's treat it kindly, that it may Wish, at least, with us to stay. Let's banish business, banish sorrow To the gods belong to-morrow.
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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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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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His time's forever, everywhere his place.
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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light And Sleep, as undisturb'd as Death, the Night.
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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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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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Thus would I double my life's fading spaceFor he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
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