The Poems of Abraham Cowley Quotes
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“A mighty pain to love it is,
And 't is a pain that pain to miss;
But of all pains, the greatest pain
It is to love, but love in vain.”
― The Poems of Abraham Cowley
And 't is a pain that pain to miss;
But of all pains, the greatest pain
It is to love, but love in vain.”
― The Poems of Abraham Cowley
“What shall I do to be forever know,
And make the Age to come my own?
I shall like Beasts or Common People dy,
Unless you write my Elegy;
Whilst others great by being born are grown,
Their Mothers Labour, not their own.
In this scale Gold, in th' other Fame does ly,
The weight of that mounts this so high.
These men are Fortunes Jewels, moulded bright; Brought forth with their own fire and light.
If I, her vulgar stone for either look,
Out of my self it must be strook.”
― The Poems of Abraham Cowley
And make the Age to come my own?
I shall like Beasts or Common People dy,
Unless you write my Elegy;
Whilst others great by being born are grown,
Their Mothers Labour, not their own.
In this scale Gold, in th' other Fame does ly,
The weight of that mounts this so high.
These men are Fortunes Jewels, moulded bright; Brought forth with their own fire and light.
If I, her vulgar stone for either look,
Out of my self it must be strook.”
― The Poems of Abraham Cowley
“What shall I do to be forever known,
And make the Age to come my own?
I shall like Beasts or Common People dy,
Unless you write my Elegy;
Whilst others great by being born are grown,
Their Mothers Labour, not their own.
In this scale Gold, in th' other Fame does ly,
The weight of that mounts this so high.
These men are Fortunes Jewels, moulded bright;
Brought forth with their own fire and light.
If I, her vulgar stone for either look,
Out of my self it must be strook.”
― The Poems of Abraham Cowley
And make the Age to come my own?
I shall like Beasts or Common People dy,
Unless you write my Elegy;
Whilst others great by being born are grown,
Their Mothers Labour, not their own.
In this scale Gold, in th' other Fame does ly,
The weight of that mounts this so high.
These men are Fortunes Jewels, moulded bright;
Brought forth with their own fire and light.
If I, her vulgar stone for either look,
Out of my self it must be strook.”
― The Poems of Abraham Cowley
“For men led by the Colour, and the Shape,
Like Zeuxes Birds fly to the painted Grape;
Some things do through our Judgment pass
As through a Multiplying Glass.
And sometimes, if the Object be too far,
We take a Falling Meteor for a Star.”
― The Poems of Abraham Cowley
Like Zeuxes Birds fly to the painted Grape;
Some things do through our Judgment pass
As through a Multiplying Glass.
And sometimes, if the Object be too far,
We take a Falling Meteor for a Star.”
― The Poems of Abraham Cowley