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Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.

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
Appreciation
Blame
Praise
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Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
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This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
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Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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