The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
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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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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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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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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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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Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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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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Till the whole stream, which stopped him, should be gone, That runs, and as it runs, for ever will run on.
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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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Coy Nature, (which remain’d, though aged grown, A beauteous virgin still, enjoy’d by none, Nor seen unveil’d by anyone),
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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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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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Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!
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