Abraham Cowley
Abraham Cowley
Abraham Cowleywas an English poet born in the City of London late in 1618. He was one of the leading English poets of the 17th century, with 14 printings of his Works published between 1668 and 1721...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
book nests world
Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
life solitary company
Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
laughing london monsters
The monster London laugh at me.
friends want wells
Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
catholic religion saint
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.
triumph conquer poet
Poets by Death are conquer'd but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
women blunders
But what is woman? Only one of nature's agreeable blunders.
wise book angel
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.
cutting men wish
There is some help for all the defects of fortune; for, if a man cannot attain to the length of his wishes, he may have his remedy by cutting of them shorter.
humble inspire may
Awake, awake, my Lyre!And tell thy silent master's humble taleIn sounds that may prevail;Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
strong hands stones
Nay, in death's hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove's.
dog men roaring
Man is too near all kinds of beasts,--a fawning dog, a roaring lion, a thieving fox, a robbing wolf, a dissembling crocodile, a treacherous decoy, and a rapacious vulture.
friends kings earth
There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
sleep thinking naps
The Sunflow'r, thinking 'twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t' excuse the blame; It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.