Neither the praise nor the blame is our own. Abraham Cowley More Quotes by Abraham Cowley More Quotes From Abraham Cowley His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Abraham Cowley nice might life It is a hard and nice subject for a man to speak of himself: it grates his own heart to say anything of disparagement, and the reader's ear to hear anything of praise from him. Abraham Cowley nice heart men And I myself a Catholic will be, Abraham Cowley catholic saint religion Does not the passage of Moses and the Israelites into the Holy Land yield incomparably more poetic variety than the voyages of Ulysses or Aeneas? Abraham Cowley aeneas yield bible Thus would I double my life's fading space;For he that runs it well, runs twice his race. Abraham Cowley space race running This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high. Abraham Cowley envy mean lying To-day is ours; what do we fear? Abraham Cowley sorrow wish may Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind. Abraham Cowley fortune opportunity past 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. Abraham Cowley cutting wish men Life for delays and doubts no time does give, Abraham Cowley doubt giving life Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages. Abraham Cowley humble sleep country The world's a scene of changes. Abraham Cowley scene world Who that has reason, and his smell, Abraham Cowley smell reason rose Curs'd be that wretch (Death's factor sure) who brought Dire swords into the peaceful world, and taught Smiths (who before could only make The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man's left to epitomize! Abraham Cowley wise men art The present is all the ready money Fate can give. Abraham Cowley ready fate giving There have been fewer friends on earth than kings. Abraham Cowley friends kings earth The present is an eternal now. Abraham Cowley eternal "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." Abraham Cowley eagles garden art s a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy. Abraham Cowley constant scene change His time's forever, everywhere his place. Abraham Cowley forever time
