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There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.

Abraham Cowley

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Abraham Cowley
Age: 49 †
Born: 1618
Born: January 1
Died: 1667
Died: July 28
Essayist
Playwright
Poet
Prosaist
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Kings
Friends
Earth
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Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light And Sleep, as undisturb'd as Death, the Night.
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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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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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All this world's noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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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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