:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
ABRAHAM COWLEYThe 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.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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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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“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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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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The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.
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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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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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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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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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Nature waits upon thee still, And thy verdant cup does fill; ‘Tis fill’d wherever thou dost tread, Nature’s self’s thy Ganymede.
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Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
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Let’s banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belong to-morrow.
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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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