Quote#Love
Ye fields of Cambridge, our dear Cambridge, say
Quote byAbraham Cowley · 1618–1667
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Poems (1656), On the Death of Mr. William Hervey, st. 6.
English (original)
Ye fields of Cambridge, our dear Cambridge, say, Have ye not seen us walking every day? Was there a tree about which did not know The love betwixt us two?
— Abraham Cowley
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