Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
ABRAHAM COWLEYThe spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
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Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
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Life for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live.
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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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Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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What a brave privilege is it to be free from all contentions, from all envying or being envied, from receiving or paying all kinds of ceremonies!
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Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.
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Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
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There Daphne’s Lover stopped, and thought it much The very leaves of her to touch: But Harvey, our Apollo, stopp’d not so; Into the Bark and Root he after her did go!
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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.
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This a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
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When Harvey’s violent passion she did see, Began to tremble and to flee; Took sanctuary, like Daphne, in a tree
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I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast.
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Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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I would not fear nor wish my fate, but boldly say each night, to-morrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them; I have lived today.
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