The motions strait, and round, and swift, and slow, And short and long, were mixt and woven so, Did in such artful Figures smoothly fall, As made this decent measur’d dance of all. And this is Musick.
ABRAHAM COWLEYBoth wise, and both delightful too. And since Love ne’er will from me flee, A mistress moderately fair, And good as Guardian angels are, Only belov’d and loving me.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
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The liberty of a private man, in being master of his own time and actions, as far as may consist with the laws of God and of his country.
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Why dost thou build up stately rooms on high, Thou who art under ground to lie? Thou sow’st and plantest, but no fruit must see, For death, alas! is reaping thee.
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To th’ active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn’s string a touch more sore and grave.
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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
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A mighty pain to love it is, And ’tis a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain Is to love, but love in vain.
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Who lets slip fortune, her shall never find: Occasion once past by, is bald behind.
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Does not the passage of Moses and the Israelites into the Holy Land yield incomparably more poetic variety than the voyages of Ulysses or Aeneas?
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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that
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Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
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Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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Curs’d be that wretch (Death’s factor sure) who brought Dire swords into the peaceful world, and taught Smiths (who before could only make.
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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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