When Israel was from bondage led,Led by the Almighty’s handFrom out of foreign land,The great sea beheld and fled.
ABRAHAM COWLEYSolitude 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.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Awake, awake, my Lyre!And tell thy silent master’s humble taleIn sounds that may prevail;Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire
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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
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Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
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Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
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Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
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Fill all the Glasses there; for why Should every Creature Drink but I? Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
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Begin, be bold, and venture to be wise, He who defers this work from day to day, Does on a river’s bank expecting stay
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In fields d’or or d’argent; but, if heraldry were guided by reason, a plough in a field arable would be the most noble and ancient arms.”
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Man is too near all kinds of beasts,–a fawning dog, a roaring lion, a thieving fox, a robbing wolf, a dissembling crocodile, a treacherous decoy, and a rapacious vulture.
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All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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This a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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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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