Poems by Abraham Cowley
The Given Love
... Men straight shall cast their eyes on thee ...
The Welcome
... Would ne'er return, had not the flood been out ...
Epitaph
... For earth, in their own spheare now shine, ...
The Innocent Ill
... Which, sweet as health, yet like a plague dost kill! ...
A Supplication
... Sleep, sleep again, my Lyre, and let thy master die ...
On the Death of Mr. William Hervey
... High as the place 'twas shortly in Heaven to have, ...
The Spring
... How would those learned trees have followed you ...
Thisbe's Song
... The moone obscures her selfe from sight, ...
The Wish
... Here nought but winds can hurtful murmurs scatter, ...
Anacreontics, The Epicure
... With odorous oils my head o'erflowing, ...
The Epicure
... Let's banish business, banish sorrow ...
Written In Juice Of Lemon
... Will still that thou art mine, not hers confess ...
Resolved To Be Loved
... They're slothful fools who leave a Trade, ...
On the Death of Mr. Crashaw
... 'Twill learn of things divine, and first of thee to sing ...
Platonic Love
... If when they knowt they straight abuse that trust ...
