To th’ active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn’s string a touch more sore and grave.
ABRAHAM COWLEYWhy to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
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Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
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Our yesterday’s to-morrow now is gone, And still a new to-morrow does come on. We by to-morrow draw out all our store, Till the exhausted well can yield no more.
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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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Water and air He for the Tenor chose, Earth made the Base, the Treble Fame arose,
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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that
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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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Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
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:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony.
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There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
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Who that has reason, and his smell, Would not among roses and jasmin dwell?
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Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
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Why dost thou heap up wealth, which thou must quit, Or what is worse, be left by it? Why dost thou load thyself when thou ‘rt to fly, Oh, man! ordain’d to die?
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