1. 1600
  2. Abraham Cowley
The Chronicle

Margarita first possessed,
If I remember well, my breast,
  Margarita first of all;
But when awhile the wanton maid
With my restless heart had played,
  Martha took the flying ball.

Martha soon did it resign
To the beauteous Catharine....

Poet: Abraham Cowley
From the “Hymn to Light”

  SAY, from what golden quivers of the sky
      Do all thy wingèd arrows fly?
      Swiftness and Power by birth are thine:
From thy great sire they came, thy sire, the Word Divine.

  Thou in the Moon’s bright chariot, proud and gay,
      Dost thy...

Poet: Abraham Cowley
Invocation

From “The Davideis”
AWAKE, awake, my Lyre!
And tell thy silent master’s humble tale
In sounds that may prevail;
Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire:
Though so exalted she,
And I so lowly be,
Tell her, such different notes make all thy...

Poet: Abraham Cowley
A Wish

This only grant me, that my means may lie
Too low for envy, for contempt too high.
    Some honor I would have,
Not from great deeds, but good alone;
The unknown are better than ill known:
    Rumor can ope the grave.
Acquaintance I would have, but...

Poet: Abraham Cowley