Author: Thomas Carew

Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty’s orient deep […]

THIS little vault, this narrow room, Of Love and Beauty is the tomb; The dawning beam, that ‘gan to clear […]

GIVE me more love or more disdain ; The torrid or the frozen zone Bring equal ease unto my pain, […]

He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from starlike eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain […]

THE Lady Mary Villiers lies Under this stone; with weeping eyes The parents that first gave her birth, And their […]

SO grieves th’ adventurous merchant, when he throws All the long toil’d-for treasure his ship stows Into the angry main, […]

How ill doth he deserve a lover’s name, Whose pale weak flame Cannot retain His heat, in spite of absence […]

HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain […]

In Nature’s pieces still I see Some error that might mended be; Something my wish could still remove, Alter or […]

THINK not, ’cause men flattering say You’re fresh as April, sweet as May, Bright as is the morning star, That […]

Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty’s orient deep […]

GAZE not on thy beauty’s pride, Tender maid, in the false tide That from lovers’ eyes doth slide. Let thy […]

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 […]