Abraham Cowley Poems
|41.||Anacreontics, The Swallow||1/4/2003|
|42.||To The Royal Society (Excerpts)||1/1/2004|
|44.||On The Death Of Mr. William Hervey||1/4/2003|
|46.||Hymn To Light||4/19/2010|
|49.||Davideis: A Sacred Poem Of The Troubles Of David (Excerpt)||1/1/2004|
|51.||The Given Heart||1/1/2004|
|54.||On The Death Of Mr. Crashaw||1/1/2004|
Comments about Abraham Cowley
LIBERAL Nature did dispence
To all things Arms for their defence;
And some she arms with sin'ewy force,
And some with swiftness in the course;
Some with hard Hoofs, or forked claws,
And some with Horns, or tusked jaws.
And some with Scales, and some with Wings,
And some with Teeth, and some with Stings.
Wisdom to Man she did afford,
Wisdom for Shield, and Wit for Sword.
What to beauteous Woman-kind,
What Arms, what Armour has she'assigne'd?
Beauty is both; for with the Faire
What Arms, what Armour can compare?
What Steel, what Gold, or Diamond,
THE thirsty earth soaks up the rain,
And drinks and gapes for drink again;
The plants suck in the earth, and are
With constant drinking fresh and fair;
The sea itself (which one would think
Should have but little need of drink)
Drinks twice ten thousand rivers up,
So fill'd that they o'erflow the cup.
The busy Sun (and one would guess