The liberty of a people consists in being governed by laws which they have made themselves, under whatsoever form it be of government
ABRAHAM COWLEYThus would I double my life’s fading space;For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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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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Why to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
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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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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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This a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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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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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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Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.
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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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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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It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.
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Our yesterday’s to-morrow now is gone, And still a new to-morrow does come on. We by to-morrow draw out all our store, Till the exhausted well can yield no more.
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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.
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Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
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