Why dost thou build up stately rooms on high, Thou who art under ground to lie? Thou sow’st and plantest, but no fruit must see, For death, alas! is reaping thee.
ABRAHAM COWLEYCuriosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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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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Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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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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The liberty of a people consists in being governed by laws which they have made themselves, under whatsoever form it be of government
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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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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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Life is an incurable disease.
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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.
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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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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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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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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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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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It is a hard and nice subject for a man to speak of himself: it grates his own heart to say anything of disparagement, and the reader’s ear to hear anything of praise from him.
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