Their simplicity appears beggarly when compared with the quaint forms and gaudy coloring of such artists as Cowley and Gongora.
This kind of wit is that which abounds in Cowley more than in any author that ever wrote.
I find I cannot spare room for Cowley's own separate poem on Hope.
Mr. Cowley has given in to them after both; and all succeeding writers after him.
Cowley was once in love, after his querulous melancholy fashion; but he never had the courage to avow it.
Do you recollect in the first conversation we ever had together, we talked of Cowley?
Take pity on an illiterate colonial girl, and tell me whether this is the language of Waller, Cowley or Dryden?
We are not of opinion with those critics who condemn Cowley for excess of wit.
About this time he might have truly distinguished himself as “The melancholy Cowley.”
I stayed a long time in Oxford and made friends with the Cowley Fathers.