Top 16 Quotes & Sayings by William Drummond

Explore popular quotes and sayings by a Scottish poet William Drummond.
Last updated on December 18, 2024.
William Drummond

William Drummond, called "of Hawthornden", was a Scottish poet.

Put a bridle on thy tongue; set a guard before thy lips, lest the words of thine own mouth destroy thy peace... on much speaking cometh repentance, but in silence is safety.
Iron sharpens iron; scholar, the scholar.
Study what thou art Whereof thou art a part What thou knowest of this art This is really what thou art. All that is without thee also is within.
As we had no part of our will on our entrance into this life, we should not presume to any on our leaving it, but soberly learn to will which He wills.
He who dares not reason, is a slave.
I study myself more than any other subject; it is my metaphysic, and my physic.
He who will not reason, is a bigot; he who cannot is a fool; and he who dares not is a slave.
He that will not reason is a bigot; he that cannot reason is a fool; and he that dares not reason is a slave. — © William Drummond
He that will not reason is a bigot; he that cannot reason is a fool; and he that dares not reason is a slave.
There is a silence, the child of love, which expresses everything, and proclaims more loudly than the tongue is able to do.
Thrice happy he, who by some shady grove, Far from the clamorous world; doth live his own; Though solitary, who is not alone, But doth converse with that eternal love.
Books have that strange quality, that being of the frailest and tenderest matter, they outlast brass, iron and marble. — © William Drummond
Books have that strange quality, that being of the frailest and tenderest matter, they outlast brass, iron and marble.
He who dares not (reason), is a slave.
Sleep, Silence's child, sweet father of soft rest, Prince whose approach peace to all mortals brings Indifferent host to shepherds and kings Sole comforter to minds with grief oppressed.
So that my life be brave, what though not long?
What sweet delight a quiet life affords.
My thoughts hold mortal strife, I do detest my life, And with lamenting cries, Peace to my soul to bring, Oft calls that prince which here doth monarchize; But he, grim-grinning king, Who caitiffs scorns and doth the blest surprise, Late having deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb, Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come.
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