Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
ABRAHAM COWLEYIn 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.”
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Nay, in death’s hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove’s.
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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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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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Much will always wanting be To him who much desires.
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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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Ah, yet, e’er I descend to th’ grave, May I a small House and a large Garden have. And a few Friends, and many Books both true
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Life is an incurable disease.
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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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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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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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What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
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“We may talk what we please,” he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, “of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles
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His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
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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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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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