Awake, awake, my Lyre!And tell thy silent master's humble taleIn sounds that may prevail;Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire:Though so exalted sheAnd I so lowly beTell her, such different notes make all thy harmony. — Abraham Cowley Copy Share Image
Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning's gentle wine! Nature waits upon thee still, And thy verdant cup does fill; 'Tis fill'd wherever thou dost tread, Nature's self's thy Ganymede. — Abraham Cowley Copy Share Image
All the world's bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries. — Abraham Cowley Copy Share Image
The liberty of a people consists in being governed by laws which they have made themselves, under whatsoever form it be of government; the… — Abraham Cowley Copy Share Image
I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast. — Abraham Cowley Copy Share Image
The Sunflow'r, thinking 'twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t' excuse the blame; It was not sleep that made him… — Abraham Cowley Copy Share Image
Nothing is to come, and nothing past: But an eternal now, does always last. — Abraham Cowley Copy Share Image
"We may talk what we please," he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, "of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread… — Abraham Cowley Copy Share Image
Solitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of… — Abraham Cowley Copy Share Image
Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day, But night itself does the rich gem betray. — Abraham Cowley Copy Share Image
Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create. — Abraham Cowley Copy Share Image
Poets by Death are conquer'd but the wit Of poets triumphs over it. — Abraham Cowley Copy Share Image
