Living
Counsel.
Living
AH! what advice can I receive?
No, satisfie me first;
For who would Physick-potions give
To one that dyes with Thirst?
A little puff of breath we find,
Small fires can quench and kill;
But when they're great, the adverse wind
Does make them greater still.
Now whilst you speak, it moves me much;
But strait I'm just the same;
Alas, th'effect must needs be such
Of Cutting through a Flame.
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MLA
Cowley, Abraham. “Counsel.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/cowley/103/.
Chicago
Cowley, Abraham. “Counsel.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/cowley/103/.
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