Author: Thomas Carew

And here the precious dust is laid; Whose purely-temper’d clay was made So fine that it the guest betray’d. Else […]

FEAR not, dear love, that I’ll reveal Those hours of pleasure we two steal ; No eye shall see, nor […]

‘Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastising hand Hath fix’d upon the sotted age a brand To their swoll’n pride […]

I’LL gaze no more on her bewitching face, Since ruin harbours there in every place ; For my enchanted soul […]

Ask me why I send you here The firstling of the infant year; Ask me why I send to you […]

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

IF the quick spirits in your eye Now languish and anon must die; If every sweet and every grace Must […]

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, […]