Abraham Cowley was 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. source
This only grant me, that my means may lie too low for envy, for contempt too...
Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
Hope! of all ills that men endure, the only cheap and universal cure.
Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
The world's a scene of changes, and to be constant, in nature were inconstancy.
Life is an incurable disease.
God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
Nothing is to come, and nothing past: But an eternal now, does always last.
Solitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a...
His faith perhaps in some nice tenets might be wrong; his life, I'm sure, was...
Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
Through the Internet, I've developed a strong social network - something I could never do if I had to keep my choice of peers within school grounds.