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Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.

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
Truth
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Fables
Slight
Truest
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Fiction
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Lying
Poesy

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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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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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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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His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong his life, I'm sure, was in the right.
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We may talk what we please, he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles, in fields d'or or d'argent but, if heraldry were guided by reason, a plough in a field arable would be the most noble and ancient arms.
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The liberty of a people consists in being governed by laws which they have made themselves, under whatsoever form it be of government the liberty of a private man, in being master of his own time and actions, as far as may consist with the laws of God and of his country.
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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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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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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Awake, awake, my Lyre!And tell thy silent master's humble taleIn sounds that may prevailSounds that gentle thoughts inspire:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends not on number, but the choice of friends.
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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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As for being much known by sight, and pointed out, I cannot comprehend the honor that lies withal whatsoever it be, every mountebank has it more than the best doctor.
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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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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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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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