When Harvey’s violent passion she did see, Began to tremble and to flee; Took sanctuary, like Daphne, in a tree
ABRAHAM COWLEYFor the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
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Does not the passage of Moses and the Israelites into the Holy Land yield incomparably more poetic variety than the voyages of Ulysses or Aeneas?
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Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast.
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Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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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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Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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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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Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
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To-day is ours; what do we fear? To-day is ours; we have it here. Let’s treat it kindly, that it may Wish, at least, with us to stay.
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The world’s a scene of changes.
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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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Man is too near all kinds of beasts,–a fawning dog, a roaring lion, a thieving fox, a robbing wolf, a dissembling crocodile, a treacherous decoy, and a rapacious vulture.
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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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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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Why to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
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Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
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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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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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To th’ active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn’s string a touch more sore and grave.
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The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.
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Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
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