ABRAHAM COWLEY. 41 Books should, not business, entertain the light, LIBERTY. And sleep, as undisturbed as death, the WHERE honor or where conscience does For he that runs it well twice runs his The bondman of the cloister so race. And in this true delight, These unbought sports, this happy state, I would not fear, nor wish, my fate; But boldly say each night, To-morrow let my sun his beams display, Or in clouds hide them; I have lived today. All that he does receive does always owe; Unhappy to the last, the kind releasing knell. |