More from Abraham Cowley

  1. Charm'd with the foolish whistling of a name.
  2. We griev'd, we sigh'd, we wept; we never blush'd before.
  3. Hence, ye profane! I hate ye all, Both the great vulgar and the small.
  4. Thus would I double my life's fading space; For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
  5. God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
  6. Awake, awake, my Lyre! And tell thy silent master's humble tale In sounds that may prevail; Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire: Though so …
  7. The fairest garden in her looks, And in her mind the wisest books.
  8. Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.

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