Abraham Cowley

An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair,
And fell adown his shoulders with losse care.

An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair,
And fell adown his shoulders with losse care.

Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise
Up between two eternities!

Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise
Up between two eternities!

Hope! of all ills that men endure,
The only cheap and universal cure.

Hope! of all ills that men endure,
The only cheap and universal cure.

Happy insect! what can be
In happiness compared to thee?
Fed with nourishment divine,
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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.

His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might
Be wrong; his life, I'm sure, was in the right.

His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might
Be wrong; his life, I'm sure, was in the right.