Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create.
ABRAHAM COWLEYAll the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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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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To th’ active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn’s string a touch more sore and grave.
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Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last.
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What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
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The monster London laugh at me.
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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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Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray.
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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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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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Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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When Harvey’s violent passion she did see, Began to tremble and to flee; Took sanctuary, like Daphne, in a tree
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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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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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Books should, not Business, entertain the Light; And Sleep, as undisturb’d as Death, the Night.
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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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