Abraham Cowley ( 3 of 23 )
Poets by Death are conquer'd but the wit
Of poets triumphs over it.
Poets by Death are conquer'd but the wit
Of poets triumphs over it.
Words that weep, and tears that speak.
Words that weep, and tears that speak.
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.
