The second and third parts of the works. Of Mr. Abraham Cowley. The second containing what was written and published by himself in his younger years ; now reprinted together ; the third containing his six books of plants ... / [Abraham Cowley].

  • Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667
Date:
1689
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Credit: The second and third parts of the works. Of Mr. Abraham Cowley. The second containing what was written and published by himself in his younger years ; now reprinted together ; the third containing his six books of plants ... / [Abraham Cowley]. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    t { A fs Oh Heavers, and all your Powers, muft be'the King. -.-Yes tis the King! his Image all Divinesy. Breaks thro? that Cloud of Darknefss and_a Shine Gilds all the footy Vidar! —+-but alas, Who ist approacheshim with fuch a Pace?) Oh--tis:no Fraytor, the juft Gods I find Have fti}] a pitying Care of human kind. This is the Gallant, Loyal Carles, thrown » ( By the fame Wreck by which his King’s undone. ) ( Ob happy Man! than Crommel happier far | On whom 1]! Fate this! Hondredoes confer ):. He tells the Kidg the Woods are: overfpread | With Villains arm’d to earch that Prize,’ his Head : Now poorly fet to fale; — the Foe isnigh,, What fhall they do 2. Abwhither thall they fly? They from the danger hafty Gounfel took, >; And by fome God infpir'd, afcend my Oaks My Oak, the largeft in the faithful Wood:;. Whom to receive I my.glad Branches bow di: And for the Kingya'Throne prepar’d, and fpread My thicket Leaves a Canopy o'er his Head, | The Miflekoe commanded towfcend Around his faered Perfon:to.attend, 91) » ( Ob happy Omen) ftraight it did obey, The Sacred:Miffeltge attends with Joy: Here without fear their proftrate Heads. they bow, The King is fafe beneath my fhelter now 3. And you, my Nymphs, with awful filence may Your Adorations to yout-Soyereign pay;~ *) = Ard cry, allhail, thou moftbelov’d of Heaven, To whom its chiefelt Attributes are given 5 But above all that God-like Fortitude, All hail! Thou greateft now of Kings jodéed, erbiion yet | With all the Mifertes of life befet, Nor yet even then’of fafety, cowd de(pair.: This is the Virtue of a Monarch’s Soul, Thusif Fate rob you of your Empires:-Sway, O brave Reprifal!: which the Gods prefer, That makes you triumph o’er the Conqueror. The Gods'who» one day will this Juftice do Both make you Victor and Triumpher,too. That Day’s at hand, Ovlet that Day come on, | Whereinthat wonderous Miracle fhallbe fhown:. ... ELI EN EL LION EA OE SA