Abraham Cowley

  • English poet
  • Born 1618
  • Died July 28, 1667

Abraham Cowley (; 1618 – 28 July 1667) 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.

Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.

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.

His faith perhaps in some nice tenets might be wrong; his life, I'm sure, was always in the right.

This only grant me, that my means may lie too low for envy, for contempt too high.

The world's a scene of changes, and to be constant, in nature were inconstancy.

Nothing is to come, and nothing past: But an eternal now, does always last.

Life is an incurable disease.

God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.

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.