Thomas Carew Quotes

Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauties, orient deep These flow'rs, as in their causes, steep.

Good to the poor, to kindred dear,
To servants kind, to friendship clear,
To nothing but herself severe.

Stand still, you floods, do not deface That image which you bear: So votaries, from every place, To you shall altars rear.</p>No winds but lovers' sighs blow here, To trouble these glad streams, On which no star from any sphere Did ever dart such beams.

And here the precious dust is laid,
Whose purely tempered clay was made
So fine that it the guest betrayed.
Else the soul grew so fast within,
It broke the outward shell of sin,
And so was hatched a cherubin.

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Give me a wench about thirteene,
Already voted to the Queene
Of lust and lovers, whose soft haire,
Fann’d with the breath of gentle aire Or’e spreads her shoulders like a tent,
And is her vaile and ornament:

Ask me no more, if east or west, The phenix builds her spicy nest; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies.

The purest soul that e'er was sent
Into a clayey tenement.

Then fly betimes, for only they
Conquer Love that run away.

Ask me no more, where those stars light, That downwards fall in dead of night; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fixed become, as in their sphere.

Ask me no more, whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For, in pure love, Heaven did prepare Those, powders to enrich your hair.

But if the envious nymphs shall fear Their beauties will be scorn'd, And hire the ruder winds to tear That face which you adorn'd;</p>Then rage and foam amain, that we Their malice may despise; And from your froth we soon shall see A second Venus rise.

He that loves a rosy cheek,
Or a coral lip admires,
Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires,—
As old Time makes these decay,
So his flames must waste away.

I have learned thy arts, and now
Can disdain as much as thou.