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COWLEY.
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A new-born wood of various lines there grows;
Here buds an L, and there a B,
Here spouts a V, and there a T,
And all the flourishing letters stand in rows.
Cowley.
Here buds an L, and there a B,
Here spouts a V, and there a T,
And all the flourishing letters stand in rows.
Cowley.
As they sought only for novelty, they did not much inquire whether their allusions were to things high or low, elegant or gross; whether they compared the little to the great, or the great to the little.
Physick and chirurgery for a lover:
Gently, ah gently, madam, touch
The wound, which you yourself have made;
That pain must needs be very much.
Which makes me of your hand afraid.
Cordials of pity give me now.
For I too weak of purgings grow.
Cowley.
The wound, which you yourself have made;
That pain must needs be very much.
Which makes me of your hand afraid.
Cordials of pity give me now.
For I too weak of purgings grow.
Cowley.
The world and a clock:
Mahol th' inferior world's fantastic face
Thro' all the turns of matter's maze did trace;
Great Nature's well-set clock in pieces took;
On all the springs and smallest wheels did look
Of life and motion, and with equal art
Made up the whole again of every part.
Cowley.
Thro' all the turns of matter's maze did trace;
Great Nature's well-set clock in pieces took;
On all the springs and smallest wheels did look
Of life and motion, and with equal art
Made up the whole again of every part.
Cowley.
