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<HEAD>ODE Upon the Death of M^r^. COWLEY.</HEAD>
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<HEAD>1.</HEAD>
<L>HE who would worthily adorn his Her&s;e,</L>
<L>Should write in his own way, in his immortal Ver&s;e:</L>
<L>But who can &s;uch maje&s;tick Numbers write?</L>
<L>With &s;uch inimitable light?</L>
<L>His high and noble flights to reach</L>
<L>'Tis not the art of Precept that can teach.</L>
<L>The world's grown old &s;ince <HI>Pindar,</HI> and to breed</L>
<L>Another &s;uch did twenty ages need.</L>
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<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>At la&s;t another <HI>Pindar</HI> came,</L>
<L>Great as the fir&s;t in Genius and in Fame;</L>
<L>But that the fir&s;t in Greek, a conquering Language, &s;ung</L>
<L>And the la&s;t wrote but in an I&s;land Tongue.</L>
<L>Wit, thought, invention in them both do flow</L>
<L>As Torrents tumbling from the mountains go.</L>
<L><PB N="6" REF="2"><!-- PDF PAGE 55 -->Though the great <HI>Roman</HI> Lyrick do maintain</L>
<L>That none can equal <HI>Pindar</HI>'s &s;train;</L>
<L><HI>Cowley</HI> with words as full and thoughts as high</L>
<L>As ever <HI>Pindar</HI> did, does flie;</L>
<L>Of Kings and Heros he as boldly &s;ings,</L>
<L>And flies above the Clouds, yet never wets his wings.</L>
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<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>As fire a&s;piring, as the Sea profound,</L>
<L>Nothing in Nature can his fancy bound;</L>
<L>As &s;wift as Lightning in its cour&s;e,</L>
<L>And as re&s;i&s;tle&s;s in his force.</L>
<L>Whil&s;t other Poets, like Bees who range the field</L>
<L>To gather what the Flowers will yield,</L>
<L>Glean matter with much toil and pain</L>
<L>To bring forth Ver&s;es in an humble &s;train;</L>
<L>He &s;ees about him round,</L>
<L>Po&s;&s;e&s;t at once of all that can be found:</L>
<L>To his illuminated eye</L>
<L>All things created open lye,</L>
<L>That all his thoughts &s;o clear and &s;o per&s;picuous be,</L>
<L>That what&s;oever he de&s;cribes we &s;ee;</L>
<L><PB N="7" REF="2"><!-- PDF PAGE 55 -->Our Souls are with his pa&s;sions fir'd,</L>
<L>And he who does but read him is in&s;pir'd.</L>
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<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Pindar</HI> to <HI>Thebes,</HI> where fir&s;t he drew his breath,</L>
<L>Though for his &s;ake his race was &s;av'd from death</L>
<L>By th' <HI>Macedonian</HI> Youth, did not more honour do</L>
<L>Than <HI>Cowley</HI> does his Friends and Country too.</L>
<L>Had <HI>Horace</HI> liv'd his wit to under&s;tand,</L>
<L>He ne're had <HI>England</HI> thought a rude inho&s;pitable Land;</L>
<L><HI>Rome</HI> might have blu&s;h'd, and <HI>Athens</HI> been a&s;ham'd</L>
<L>To hear a remote <HI>Britain</HI> nam'd,</L>
<L>Who for his parts does match, if not exceed,</L>
<L>The greate&s;t men that they did either breed.</L>
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<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L>If he had flouri&s;h'd when <HI>Augu&s;tus</HI> &s;way'd,</L>
<L>Who&s;e peaceful Scepter the whole world obey'd,</L>
<L>Account of him <HI>Mecenas</HI> would have made;</L>
<L>And from the Country &s;hade,</L>
<L>Him into th' Cabinet have tane</L>
<L>To divert <HI>Ce&s;ar</HI>'s cares and charm his pain:</L>
<L>For nothing can &s;uch Balm infu&s;e</L>
<L>Into a wearied mind as does a noble Mu&s;e.</L>
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<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>It is now as 'twas in former days,</L>
<L>When all the Streets of <HI>Rome</HI> were &s;trow'd with Bays</L>
<L>To receive <HI>Petrarch,</HI> who through Arches rode,</L>
<L>Triumphal Arches, honour'd as a Demy-God;</L>
<L>Not for Towns conquer'd, or for Battels won,</L>
<L>But Victories which were more his own,</L>
<L>For Victories of Wit, and Victories of Art,</L>
<L>In which blind undi&s;cerning Fortune had no part.</L>
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<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>Though <HI>Cowley</HI> nere &s;uch honours did attain,</L>
<L>As long as <HI>Petrarch</HI>'s, <HI>Cowley</HI>'s name &s;hall reign;</L>
<L>'Tis but his dro&s;s that's in the Grave,</L>
<L>His memory Fame from Death &s;hall &s;ave;</L>
<L>His Bayes &s;hall flouri&s;h, and be ever green,</L>
<L>When tho&s;e of Conquerors are not to be &s;een.</L>
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<P><HI>Nec tibi mors ip&s;a &s;uper&s;tes erit.</HI></P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Thomas Higgons.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed for <HI>H. Herringman,</HI> at the Blew Anchor in the Lower-walk of the New Exchange. 1667.</P>
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