|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Abraham Cowley. (16181667) (continued)|
| A mighty pain to love it is,|
And t is a pain that pain to miss;
But of all pains, the greatest pain
It is to love, but love in vain.
| From Anacreon, vii. Gold.|
| Hope, of all ills that men endure,|
The only cheap and universal cure.
| The Mistress. For Hope.|
| Th adorning thee with so much art|
Is but a barbrous skill;
T is like the poisning of a dart,
Too apt before to kill.
| The Waiting Maid.|
| Nothing is there to come, and nothing past,|
But an eternal now does always last. 1
| Davideis. Book i. Line 25.|
| When Israel was from bondage led,|
Led by the Almightys hand
From out of foreign land,
The great sea beheld and fled.
| Davideis. Book i. Line 41.|
| An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair,|
And fell adown his shoulders with loose care. 2
| Davideis. Book ii. Line 95.|
| The monster London laugh at me.|
| Of Solitude, xi.|
| 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.
| Of Solitude, vii.|
| The fairest garden in her looks,|
And in her mind the wisest books.
| The Garden, i.|
| God the first garden made, and the first city Cain. 3|
| The Garden, ii.|