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• Thus would I double my life's fading space; For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
  -- Abraham Cowley (1618-1667) -- Discourse xi, Of Myself, St. xi...
• Life is an incurable disease. -- Abraham Cowley
• Let but thy wicked men from out thee go, And all the fools that crowd thee so, Even thou, who dost thy millions boast, A village less than Islington wilt grow, A solitude almost.
  -- Abraham Cowley (1618-1667) -- Of Solitude, vii...
• Words that weep and tears that speak. -- Abraham Cowley (1618-1667) -- The Prophe
• Fill all the glasses there, for why Should every creature drink but I?
  Why, man of morals, tell me why? -- Abraham Cowley (1618-1667) -- From Anacreon, ii, Drinking...
• God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
  -- Abraham Cowley (1618-1667) -- The Garden, ii...
• His time is forever, everywhere his place. -- Abraham Cowley (1618-1667) -- Friendship in Absence
• Hope, of all ills that men endure, The only cheap and universal cure.
  -- Abraham Cowley (1618-1667) -- The Mistress, For Hope...