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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

Songs in the Play.

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

LOVER.
Weepe not, nor backward turne your beames
Fond eyes, sad sighes locke in your breath,
Lest on this wind, or in those streames
My griev'd soule flye, or sayle to death.
Fortune destroys me if I stay,
Love kills me if I goe away:
Since Love, and Fortune, both are blind,
Come Reason, and resolve my doubtfull mind.

REASON.
Flye, and blind Fortune be thy guide,
And 'gainst the blinder God rebell,
Thy love-sick heart shall not reside
Where scorne, and selfe-will'd error dwell.
Where entrance, vnto Truth is bar'd;
Where Love and Faith find no reward;
For, my just hand may sometime move
The wheele of Fortune, not the spheare of Love.