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
english-poet nature scene
The world's a scene of changes, and to be constant, in nature were inconstancy.
english-poet past
Nothing is to come, and nothing past: But an eternal now, does always last.
faith might nice perhaps
His faith perhaps in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I'm sure, was always in the right
faith might perhaps
His faith perhaps in some nice tenets might be wrong; his life, I'm sure, was always in the right.
culture dedicate desire house joined large last life master might moderate nature small study
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.
ills men universal
Hope! of all ills that men endure, the only cheap and universal cure.
great
Hail, old patrician trees, so great and good!
constant drink drinking earth fair fresh plants suck thirsty
The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks, and gapes for drink again; The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair
creature drink man
For why / Should every creature drink but I, / Why, man of morals, tell me why?
greatest love mighty pain
A mighty pain to love it is, and 'tis a pain that pain to miss; but of all the pains, the greatest pain is to love, but love in vain.
contempt english-poet grant lie low means
This only grant me, that my means may lie too low for envy, for contempt too high.
ancient arms eagles field fields guided lions noble please spread talk
We may talk as we please of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles in fields of d'or or d'argent, but if heraldry were guided by reason, a plough in the field arable would be the most noble and ancient arms
life disease life-is
Life is an incurable disease.
home world rooms
For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.