The second and third parts of the works. Of Mr. Abraham Cowley. The second containing what was written and published by himself in his younger years: now reprinted together. The third containing his six books of plants, never before published in English ... / now made English by several hands [J.O., C. Cleve, N. Tate, and A. Behn] With necessary tables to both parts, and divers poems in praise of the author.

Abraham Cowley

Date:: 1700

Credit: The second and third parts of the works. Of Mr. Abraham Cowley. The second containing what was written and published by himself in his younger years: now reprinted together. The third containing his six books of plants, never before published in English ... / now made English by several hands [J.O., C. Cleve, N. Tate, and A. Behn] With necessary tables to both parts, and divers poems in praise of the author. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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