1596-1666.
_Contention of Ajax and Ulysses_.
Only the actions of the just
Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.
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RICHARD CRASHAW.
--1650.
The conscious water saw its God and blushed.[5]
[Note 5: Lympha pudica Deum vidit et erubuit.--_Latin Poems_]
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_In Praise of Lessius' Rule of Health_.
A happy soul, that all the way
To heaven hath a summer's day.
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THOMAS DEKKER.
--1638.
_Old Fortunatus_.
And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds,
There's a lean fellow beats all conquerors.
* * * * *
_Honest Whore_. P. ii. Act i. Sc. 2.
We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies.
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ABRAHAM COWLEY.
1618-1667.
_The Waiting-Maid_.
Th' adorning thee with so much art
Is but a barb'rous skill;
'Tis like the poisoning of a dart,
Too apt before to kill.
* * * * *
_The Motto_.
What shall I do to be forever known,
And make the age to come my own?
* * * * *
_On the Death of Crashaw_.
His _faith_, perhaps, in some nice tenets might
Be wrong; his _life_, I'm sure, was in the right.
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