Ask me no more if east or west The Phoenix builds her spicy nest; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies.
Thomas Carew (1595 - 1639)
Source: Poems, 1640. To Celia. st.5
Contributed by: Zaady
Then fly betimes, for only they Conquer Love that run away.
Source: Conquest of Flight.
Thou shalt confess the vain pursuit Of human glory yields no fruit But an untimely grave.
Source: On the Duke of Buckingham.
Here lies a King that ruled, as he thought fit The universal monarchy of wit; Here lies two flamens, and both those the best: Apollo's first, at last the true God's priest.
Source: Elegy on the Death of Donne, 1633
The magic of a face.
Source: Epitaph on the Lady S----.
Give me more love or more disdain; The torrid or the frozen zone: Bring equal ease unto my pain; The temperate affords me none.
Source: Poems, 1640. Mediocrity in Love Rejected, st.1.
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.
Source: Disdain Returned.
Sweetly breathing, vernal air, That with kind warmth doth repair Winter's ruins; from whose breast All the gums and spice of the East Borrow their perfumes; whose eye Gilds the morn, and clears the sky.
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep.
Source: Poems, 1640. To Celia. st.1
Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her note.
Source: Poems, 1640. To Celia. st.3
Copyright © 2014 Gaiam, Inc.