Thus each extreme to equal danger tends, Plenty, as well as Want, can sep’rate friends.
ABRAHAM COWLEYCuriosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
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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Both wise, and both delightful too. And since Love ne’er will from me flee, A mistress moderately fair, And good as Guardian angels are, Only belov’d and loving me.
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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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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Fill all the Glasses there; for why Should every Creature Drink but I? Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
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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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Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
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Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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This a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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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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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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Thus would I double my life’s fading space;For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
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Awake, awake, my Lyre!And tell thy silent master’s humble taleIn sounds that may prevail;Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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