Thomas Carew quotes

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. (Thomas Carew)
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. View quote
Thomas 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. View quote
Thomas Carew
Then fly betimes, for only they Conquer Love that run away. View quote
Thomas Carew
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. View quote
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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. View quote
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. View quote
Thomas Carew
An untimely grave. View quote
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. View quote
Thomas Carew