Thomas Carew

Thomas Carew (pronounced like "Carey") (1595 – March 22, 1640) was an English poet.

Quotes reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

• 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.
  • Disdain Returned

• Then fly betimes, for only they
  Conquer Love that run away.
  • Conquest of Flight

• An untimely grave.
  • On the Duke of Buckingham
  • Compare: "An untimely grave", Nahum Tate and Nicholas Brady, Psalm vii

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  • Epitaph on the Lady S——

W. Guerney Benham, A Book of Quotations, Proverbs and Household Words (1914), pp. 68–69

• I have learned thy arts, and now
  Can disdain as much as thou.
  • Disdain returned

• The purest soul that e'er was sent
  Into a clayey tenement.
  • Epitaphs. On the Lady Mary Villiers

• And here the precious dust is laid,
  Whose purely tempered clay was made
  So fine that it the guest betrayed.
  Else the soul grew so fast within,
  It broke the outward shell of sin,
  And so was hatched a cherubin.
  • On Maria Wentworth

• Good to the poor, to kindred dear,
  To servants kind, to friendship clear,
  To nothing but herself severe.
  • On Maria Wentworth

Alexander Chalmers & Samuel Johnson, eds., The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Vol. 5 (1810)

• 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.

  • "On Sight Of A Gentlewoman's Face In The Water"

• 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.

  • "On Sight Of A Gentlewoman's Face In The Water"

• 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.
  • "Song"

• 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.
  • "Song"

• 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.
  • "Song"

• Ask me no more, if east or west,
  The phenix builds her spicy nest;
  For unto you at last she flies,
  And in your fragrant bosom dies.
  • "Song"

Rhodes Dunlap, ed., The Poems of Thomas Carew (Oxford University Press, 1949)

• Give me a wench about thirteene,
  Already voted to the Queene
  Of lust and lovers, whose soft haire,
  Fann’d with the breath of gentle aire
  Or’e spreads her shoulders like a tent,
  And is her vaile and ornament:
  • "The second Rapture".
  • Ebsworth proposes to read, ‘a wench above thirteen’.
  • Compare: Thomas Randolph, The Muses Looking-Glasse, with Poems (1638), p. 28 (‘Acolastus a voluptuous Epicure’): "Give me a Venus hardly yet fifteene, / Fresh, plump, and active ...." And Robert Heath, Occasional Poems, with Clarastella (1650), p. 26 (‘Refrigerium’): "I’l have a young plump amorous Queen, / Ripe though she be not yet fifteen."

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