Both 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.
ABRAHAM COWLEYWhy to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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When Israel was from bondage led,Led by the Almighty’s handFrom out of foreign land,The great sea beheld and fled.
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Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
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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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I might be master at last of a small house and a large garden, with very moderate conveniences joined to them, and there dedicate the remainder of my life to the culture of them and the study of nature.
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Why dost thou heap up wealth, which thou must quit, Or what is worse, be left by it? Why dost thou load thyself when thou ‘rt to fly, Oh, man! ordain’d to die?
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I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that
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God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.
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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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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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The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
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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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Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
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