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This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.

Abraham Cowley

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Abraham Cowley
Age: 49 †
Born: 1618
Born: January 1
Died: 1667
Died: July 28
Essayist
Playwright
Poet
Prosaist
the City
High
Lying
Means
Scorn
May
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Mean
Grants
Contempt
Envy
Lows

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