More from Abraham Cowley

  1. Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
  2. Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
  3. Awake, awake, my Lyre! And tell thy silent master's humble tale In sounds that may prevail; Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire: Though so …
  4. Thus would I double my life's fading space; For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
  5. We griev'd, we sigh'd, we wept; we never blush'd before.
  6. Words that weep and tears that speak.
  7. Charm'd with the foolish whistling of a name.
  8. Hence, ye profane! I hate ye all, Both the great vulgar and the small.

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