Abraham Cowley

“ What shall I do to be for ever known,
And make the age to come my own?
I shall like beasts or common people, die,
Unless you write my elegy;
Whilst others, great, by being born are grown,
Their mothers' labour, not their own. ”

“ What shall I do to be for ever known,
And make the age to come my own? ”

“ Come, my best friends, my books, and lead me on; ”