William Drummond Quotes

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William Drummond was a Scottish poet. He was born at Hawthorn den in Midlothian. William Drummond studied in the Royal High Edinburgh; he graduated as Master of Arts in 1605. The books he read were preserved in is own handwriting. William Drummond’s first book was published in 1613; one of his most important words was Cypresse Grove.

William Drummond Quotes

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.
– William Drummond

CHRISTMAS DAY Bright portals of the sky, Emboss’d with sparkling stars, Doors of eternity, With diamantine bars, Your arras rich uphold, Loose all your bolts and springs, Ope wide your leaves of gold, That in your roofs may come the King of Kings. O well-spring of this All! Thy Father’s image vive; Word, that from nought did call What is, doth reason, live; The soul’s eternal food, Earth’s joy, delight of heaven; All truth, love, beauty, good: To thee, to thee be praises ever given! O glory of the heaven! O sole delight of earth! To thee all power be given, God’s uncreated birth! Of mankind lover true, Indearer of his wrong, Who doth the world renew, Still be thou our salvation and our song!
– 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.
– William Drummond

Iron sharpens iron; scholar, the scholar.
– William Drummond

He who will not reason, is a bigot; he who cannot is a fool; and he who dares not is a slave.
– William Drummond

I study myself more than any other subject; it is my metaphysic, and my physic.
– William Drummond

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.
– William Drummond

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 opprest
– William Drummond

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.
– William Drummond

The last and greatest herald of Heaven’s King,
Girt with rough skins, hies to the deserts wild,
Among that savage brood the woods forth bring,
Which he than man more harmless found and mild.
– William Drummond

There is a silence, the child of love, which expresses everything, and proclaims more loudly than the tongue is able to do.
– William Drummond

What doth it serve to see sun’s burning face,
And skies enamelled with both the Indies’ gold?
Or moon at night in jetty chariot roll’d,
And all the glory of that starry place?
– William Drummond


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