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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.

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
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Doors
Journey
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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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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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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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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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