Abraham Cowley

“ When back to its cage again I saw it fly;
"Fool to resume her broken chain!
"And row her galley here again!
"Fool, to that body to return
"Where it condemn'd and destin'd is to burn!
"Once dead, how can it be,
"Death should a thing so pleasant seem to thee,
"That thou should'st come to live it o're again in me?" ”

“ All this world's noise appears to me
A dull ill-acted comedy:
No comfort to my wounded sight,
In the suns busy and imperti'nent Light. ”