onquerors.

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_Honest Whore_. P. ii. Act i. Sc. 2.

We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies.

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ABRAHAM COWLEY.
1618-1667.

_The Waiting-Maid_.

Th' adorning thee with so much art
Is but a barb'rous skill;
'Tis like the poisoning of a dart,
Too apt before to kill.

* * * * *

_The Motto_.

What shall I do to be forever known,
And make the age to come my own?

* * * * *

_On the Death of Crashaw_.

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

* * * * *

_The Garden_. Essay V.

God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.

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SIR JOHN DENHAM.
1615-1679.

_Cooper's Hill_.

O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream
My great example, as it is my theme!

Though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet not dull;
Strong without rage; without o'erflowing, full.

* * * * *

_The Sophy_. _A Tragedy_.

Actions of the last age are like Almanacs of the last year.

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THOMAS CAREW.
1589-1639.

_Disdain Returned_.

He that loves a rosy cheek,
Or a coral lip admires,
Or from star-like eyes doth seek
Fuel to maintain his fires;
As old Time makes these decay,
So his flames must waste away.

* * * * *

_Conquest by Flight_.

Then fly betimes, for only they
Conquer love, that run away.

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EDMUND WALLER.
1605-1687.

_Verses upon his Divine Poesy_.

The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed,
Lets in new light through chinks that time has made.

Stronger by weakness, wiser men become,
As they draw near to their eternal home.

* * * * *

_On a Girdle_.

A narrow compass! and yet there
Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair;
Give me but what this ribbon bound,
Take all the rest the sun goes round.

* * * * *

_Go, Lovely Rose_.

How small a part of time they share
That are so wondrous sweet and fair!

* * * * *

_To a Lady, Singing a Song of his Composing_.

The eagle's fate and mine are one,
Which, on the s