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Thomas Carew (1595 – 1640)


English poet.
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Thomas Carew
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.
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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.
Carew
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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Then fly betimes, for only they
Conquer Love that run away.
Carew Thomas
The magic of a face.
Thomas Carew quotes
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.
Thomas Carew
Ask me no more, if cast or west,
The phenix builds her spicy nest;
For unto you at last she flies,
And in your fragrant bosom dies.
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An untimely grave.
Carew
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.
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