Abraham Cowley
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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
ills men universal
Hope! of all ills that men endure, the only cheap and universal cure.
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.
english-poet nature scene
The world's a scene of changes, and to be constant, in nature were inconstancy.
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
hope cures endure
Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
time past doe
Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
music fall moon
Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose, To th' active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn's string a touch more sore and grave. The motions strait, and round, and swift, and slow, And short and long, were mixt and woven so, Did in such artful Figures smoothly fall, As made this decent measur'd dance of all. And this is Musick.
wine rose temples
Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
yesterday yield gone
Our yesterday's to-morrow now is gone, And still a new to-morrow does come on. We by to-morrow draw out all our store, Till the exhausted well can yield no more.
desire
Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
time forever
His time's forever, everywhere his place.
hopeless
Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.