The motions strait, and round, and swift, and slow, And short and long, were mixt and woven so, Did in such artful Figures smoothly fall, As made this decent measur’d dance of all. And this is Musick.
ABRAHAM COWLEYThe motions strait, and round, and swift, and slow, And short and long, were mixt and woven so, Did in such artful Figures smoothly fall, As made this decent measur’d dance of all. And this is Musick.
More Abraham Cowley Quotes
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The monster London laugh at me.
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Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
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God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
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The world’s a scene of changes.
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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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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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Begin, be bold, and venture to be wise, He who defers this work from day to day, Does on a river’s bank expecting stay
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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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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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Nay, in death’s hand, the grape-stone proves As strong as thunder is in Jove’s.
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But what is woman? Only one of nature’s agreeable blunders.
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All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
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Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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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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To th’ active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn’s string a touch more sore and grave.
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