The liberty of a private man, in being master of his own time and actions, as far as may consist with the laws of God and of his country.
ABRAHAM COWLEY:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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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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There is some help for all the defects of fortune; for, if a man cannot attain to the length of his wishes, he may have his remedy by cutting of them shorter.
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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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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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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
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May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.
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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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The world’s a scene of changes.
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Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
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To be a husbandman, is but a retreat from the city; to be a philosopher, from the world; or rather, a retreat from the world, as it is man’s, into the world, as it is God’s.
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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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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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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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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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