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Poems

By Thomas Carew

Carew, Thomas (1595?-1639?)

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A divine Mistris.

A cruell Mistris

My mistris commanding me to returne her letters.

Secresie protested.

A prayer to the Wind.

Mediocritie in love rejected.

Good counsel to a young Maid.

To my Mistris sitting by a Rivers side.

A deposition from Love.

Ingratefull beauty threatned.

Disdaine returned.

A Looking-Glasse.

An Elegie on the La: Pen: sent to my Mistresse out of France.

To my Mistresse in absence.

To her in absence.

Upon some alterations in my Mistresse, after my departure into France.

Good counsell to a young Maid.

Celia bleeding, to the Surgeon.

To T.H. a Lady resembling my Mistresse.

Upon a Ribband.

To the King at his entrance into Saxham, by Master Io, Crofts.

Upon the sicknesse of (E.S.)

A New-yeares Sacrifice.

Upon the Kings sicknesse.

A flye that flew into my Mistris her eye.

SONG. Celia singing.

In the person of a Lady to her inconstant servant.

Truce in Love entreated.

Boldnesse in love.

A Pastorall Dialogue.

Griefe ingrost.

A Pastorall Dialogue.

Red, and white Roses.

To my Cousin (C.R.) marrying my Lady (A.)

A Lover upon an Accident necessitating his departure, consults with Reason.

Parting, Celia weepes.

Epitaph on the Lady Mary Villers.

Epitaph on the Lady S. Wife to Sir W.S.

Maria Wentworth. Thomæ Comitis Cleveland, filia præmortuæ prima Virginiam animam exhaluit. An. Dom. Æt.suæ.

On the Duke of Buckingham.

Siste Hospes sive Indigena sive Advena vicissitudinis rerum memor pauca pellege.

Foure Songs by way of Chorus to a play, at an entertainment of the King and Queene, by my Lord Chamberlaine

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Songs in the Play.

A Lover in the disguise of an Amazon, is dearly beloved of his Mistresse.

Another. A Lady rescued from death by a Knight, who in the instant leaves her, complaines thus.

To Ben. Iohnson.

An Hymeneall Dialogue. Bride and Groome.

Obsequies to the Lady Anne Hay.

To the Countesse of Anglesie upon the immorderatly-by-her-lamented death of her Husband.

An Elegie upon the death of Doctor Donne, Deane of Pauls.

In answer of an Elegiacall Letter upon the death of the King of Sweden from Aurelian Townsend, inviting me to write on that subject.

Vpon Master W. Mountague his returne from travell.

To Master W. Mountague.

On the Mariage of T.K. and C.C. the morning stormie.

For a Picture where a Queen Laments over the Tombe of a slaine Knight.

To a Lady that desired I would love her.

Upon my Lord Chiefe Iustice his election of my Lady A.W. for his Mistresse.

To A.D. unreasonable distrustfull of her owne beauty.

To my friend G.N. from Wrest.

A New-yeares gift.

To the New-yeare for the Countesse of Carlile.

To my Honoured friend, Master Thomas May, upon his Comedie, The Heire.

To my worthy friend Master Geo. Sands, on his translation of the Psalmes.

To my much honoured friend, Henry Lord Cary of Lepington, upon his translation of Malvezzi.

To my worthy Friend, M. D'avenant, Vpon his Excellent Play, The Iust Italian.

To the Reader of Master William Davenant's Play.

TO MY FRIEND, Will. D'avenant.

The Comparison.

The Complement.

On sight of a Gentlewomans face in the water.

The second Rapture.

The Hue and Cry.

To his Mistris confined.

To the Painter.

Loves Courtship.

On a Damaske rose sticking vpon a Ladies breast.

The protestation a Sonnet.

The tooth-ach cured by a kisse.

To his jealous Mistris.

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To a Lady that desired I would love her.

1

Now you have freely given me leave to love,
What will you doe?
Shall I your mirth, or passion move
When I begin to wooe;
Will you torment, or scorne, or love me too?

2

Each pettie beautie can disdaine, and I
Spight of your hate
Without your leave can see, and dye;
Dispence a nobler Fate,
'Tis easie to destroy, you may create.

3

Then give me leave to love, and love me too
Not with designe
To rayse, as Loves curst Rebells doe;
When puling Poets whine,
Fame to their beautie, from their blubbr'd eyne.

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4

Griefe is a puddle, and reflects not cleare
Your beauties rayes,
Joyes are pure streames, your eyes appeare
Sullen in sadder layes,
In chearfull numbers they shine bright with prayse.

5

Which shall not mention to expresse you fayre
Wounds, flames, and darts,
Stormes in your brow, nets in your haire,
Suborning all your parts,
Or to betray, or torture captive hearts.

6

I'le make your eyes like morning Suns appeare,
As milde, and faire
Your brow as Crystall smooth, and cleare,
And your dishevell'd hayre
Shall flow like a calme Region of the Ayre.

7

Rich Natures store, (which is the Poets Treasure)
I'le spend, to dresse
Your beauties, if your mine of Pleasure
In equall thankfulnesse
You but unlocke, so we each other blesse.