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
running space race
Thus would I double my life's fading space;For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
eternal
The present is an eternal now.
fate giving ready
The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
appreciation blame praise
Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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.
triumph conquer poet
Poets by Death are conquer'd but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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.
vanity people solitude
Solitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of it, and enough virtue to despise all the vanity.
curiosity doe devotion
Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
art garden eagles
"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."
want danger equal
Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep'rate friends.
war hate gold
Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.
wise running time
Begin, be bold, and venture to be wise, He who defers this work from day to day, Does on a river's bank expecting stay, Till the whole stream, which stopped him, should be gone, That runs, and as it runs, for ever will run on.