Author: Thomas Carew

IN Celia’s face a question did arise, Which were more beautiful, her lips or eyes? ” We,” said the eyes, […]

Go thou gentle whispering wind, Bear this sigh; and if thou find Where my cruel fair doth rest, Cast it […]

Mark how the bashful morn in vain Courts the amorous marigold, With sighing blasts and weeping rain, Yet she refuses […]

Know, Celia, since thou art so proud, ‘Twas I that gave thee thy renown. Thou hadst in the forgotten crowd […]

IF when the sun at noon displays His brighter rays, Thou but appear, He then, all pale with shame and […]

Know Celia, since thou art so proud, ‘Twas I that gave thee thy renown; Thou hadst, in the forgotten crowd […]