Abraham Cowley (1618 - July 28, 1667), English poet, was born in the city of London late in 1618.
Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
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.
Nothing is to come, and nothing past: But an eternal now, does always last.
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