All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
ABRAHAM COWLEYStones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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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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As for being much known by sight, and pointed out, I cannot comprehend the honor that lies withal; whatsoever it be, every mountebank has it more than the best doctor.
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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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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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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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Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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And I myself a Catholic will be, So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee. Hail, Bard triumphant! and some care bestow On us, the Poets militant below.
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This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
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His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was in the right.
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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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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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Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.
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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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His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
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