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Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
Abraham Cowley
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Abraham Cowley
Age: 49 †
Born: 1618
Born: January 1
Died: 1667
Died: July 28
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s a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
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