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Thomas Carew
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“Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream Upon the silver lake or crystal stream; But the warm sun thaws the benumbèd earth, And makes it tender; gives a second birth To the dead swallow; wakes in hollow tree The drowsy cuckoo, and the humble-bee: Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring In triumph to the world, the youthful spring; The valleys, hills, and woods, in rich array, Welcome the coming of the long'd-for May: Now all things smile.”
Thomas Carew (1594–1640) said by 1640 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“Love no more is made By the fireside, but in the cooler shade.”
Thomas Carew (1594–1640) said by 1640 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“Think not, 'cause men flatt'ring say, Y' are fresh as April, sweet as May, Bright as the morning star, That you are so.”
Thomas Carew (1594–1640) said by 1640 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“And old folks say there are no pains Like itch of love in agèd veins.”
Thomas Carew (1594–1640) said by 1640 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“She hath too much divinity for me: You gods, teach her some more humanity.”
Thomas Carew (1594–1640) said by 1640 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“Of such a goddess no times leave record, That burnt the temple where she was adored.”
Thomas Carew (1594–1640) said by 1640 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“So grieves th' advent'rous merchant, when he throws All his long-toil'd-for treasure his ship stows Into the angry main.”
Thomas Carew (1594–1640) said by 1640 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“If she repent, and would make me amends, Bid her but send me hers, and we are friends.”
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“Then crown my joys, or cure my pain; Give me more love or more disdain; The torrid or the frozen zone: Bring equal ease unto my pain; The temperate affords me none: Either extreme, of love or hate, Is sweeter than a calm estate.”
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“Nets of passion’s finest thread, Snaring poems, will be spread, All to catch thy maidenhead.”
Thomas Carew (1594–1640) said by 1640 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“Then fly betimes, for only they Conquer Love that run away.”
Thomas Carew (1594–1640) said by 1640 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“When thou, poor excommunicate From all the joys of love, shalt see The full reward and glorious fate Which my strong faith shall purchase me, Then curse thine own inconstancy.”
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“If ev'ry sweet, and ev'ry grace, Must fly from that forsaken face.”
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“I thought Love’s plagues, like dragons, sat Only to fright us at the gate.”
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“If the stout foe will not resign, When I besiege a town, I lose but what was never mine; But he that is cast down From enjoy’d beauty, feels a woe Only deposèd kings can know.”
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“Know, Celia (since thou art so proud,) ’Twas I that gave thee thy renown. Thou had’st in the forgotten crowd Of common beauties lived unknown, Had not my verse extolled thy name, And with it imped the wings of fame.”
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“Wise poets, that wrapt Truth in tales, Knew her themselves through all her veils.”
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“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.”
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“But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires.”
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“No tears, Celia, now shall win My resolved heart to return; I have search'd thy soul within, And find nought but pride and scorn; I have learned thy arts, and now Can disdain as much as thou.”
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“Nor virtue, wit, or beauty, could Preserve from death's hand this their heav'nly mould.”
Thomas Carew (1594–1640) said by 1640 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“Thou like a sea of milk shalt lie display’d, Whilst I the smooth calm ocean invade With such a tempest, as when Jove of old Fell down on Danaë in a storm of gold; Yet my tall pine shall in the Cyprian strait Ride safe at anchor and unlade her freight: My rudder with thy bold hand, like a tried And skilful pilot, thou shalt steer, and guide My bark into love’s channel, where it shall Dance, as the bounding waves do rise or fall.”
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“Though a stranger to this place, Bewail in theirs thine own hard case: For thou perhaps at thy return Mayst find thy darling in an urn.”
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“The purest soul that e'er was sent Into a clayey tenement.”
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“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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“Good to the poor, to kindred dear, To servants kind, to friendship clear, To nothing but herself severe.”
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“So though a virgin, yet a bride To every Grace, she justified A chaste polygamy, and died.”
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“An untimely grave.”
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“The Muses’ garden with pedantic weeds O’erspread, was purged by thee; the lazy seeds Of servile imitation thrown away, And fresh invention planted.”
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“Here lies a king, that ruled as he thought fit The universal monarchy of wit.”
Thomas Carew (1594–1640) said by 1640 at the latest wikiquote, CC BY-SA 4.0 source
“The magic of a face.”
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“Stand still, you floods, do not deface That image which you bear: So votaries, from every place, To you shall altars rear.No winds but lovers' sighs blow here, To trouble these glad streams, On which no star from any sphere Did ever dart such beams.”
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“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;Then rage and foam amain, that we Their malice may despise; And from your froth we soon shall see A second Venus rise.”
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“Give me a wench about thirteen, Already voted to the Queen Of lust and lovers.”
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“This firstling of the infant year.”
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“Ask me why this flower does show So yellow-green, and sickly too? Ask me why the stalk is weak And bending, yet it doth not break? I will answer: These discover What doubts and fears are in a lover.”
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“Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep.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.Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale, when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters, and keeps warm her note.Ask me no more where those stars 'light, That downwards fall in dead of night; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fixèd become, as in their sphere.Ask me no more if east or west The phoenix builds her spicy nest; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies.”
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“Thou dost presume too much, poor needy wretch, To claim a station in the firmament Because thy humble cottage, or thy tub, Nurses some lazy or pedantic virtue In the cheap sunshine or by shady springs, With roots and pot-herbs; where thy right hand, Tearing those humane passions from the mind, Upon whose stocks fair blooming virtues flourish, Degradeth nature, and benumbeth sense, And, Gorgon-like, turns active men to stone. We not require the dull society Of your necessitated temperance, Or that unnatural stupidity That knows nor joy nor sorrow; nor your forc’d Falsely exalted passive fortitude Above the active. This low abject brood, That fix their seats in mediocrity, Become your servile minds; but we advance Such virtues only as admit excess, Brave, bounteous acts, regal magnificence, All-seeing prudence, magnanimity That knows no bound, and that heroic virtue For which antiquity hath left no name, But patterns only, such as Hercules, Achilles, Theseus. Back to thy loath’d cell; And when thou seest the new enlightened sphere, Study to know but what those worthies were.”
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