What sweet delight a quiet life affords.

- 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 com…

- William Drummond

Books have that strange quality, that being of the frailest and tenderest matter, they outlast brass, iron and marble.

- William Drummond

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 monar…

- William Drummond

So that my life be brave, what though not long?

- William Drummond

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 …

- 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, b…

- William Drummond

He who dares not (reason), is a slave.

- William Drummond