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COWLEY'S ESSAYS.
X.
Though shining bright, and speaking loud,
Whilst it begins, concludes its violent race,
And where it gilds, it wounds the place.
XI.
Only to men that stand not near.
Proud poverty, that tinsel bravery wears,
And like a rainbow, painted tears.
XII.
In a weak boat trust not the deep.
Placed beneath envy, above envying rise;
Pity great men, great things despise.
XIII.
Thy fellow poet, Cowley, mark,
Above the clouds let thy proud music sound,
Thy humble nest build on the ground.
