Thomas Carew Poems
- A Cruel Mistress. We read of kings and gods that kindly took ...
- The Unfading Beauty HE that loves a rosy cheek, ...
- A Divine Mistress In Nature's pieces still I see Some error ...
- A Song Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is ...
- He That Loves A Rosy Cheek He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a ...
- Lips And Eyes. IN Celia's face a question did arise, Which...
- Song. Murdering Beauty I'LL gaze no more on her bewitching ...
Thomas Carew was the son of a well-connected official and was educated at Merton College, Oxford and the Middle Temple in London. He worked as a diplomatic secretary in Italy, Holland and France, and soon gained a reputation as a poet.
His talent secured him a place at court, and he was privileged to serve at Charles I's table. In 1634 his masque Coelum Britannicum was performed before the King. His poems, like those of other gentlemen of the era, were not published in his own lifetime but hand-written copies were circulated among his friends. These included Ben Jonson and John Donne, who both exercised a strong influence on Carew's poetry; in his Elegy Carew proclaims Donne 'the ... more »
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A Cruel Mistress.
We read of kings and gods that kindly took
A pitcher fill'd with water from the brook ;
But I have daily tender'd without thanks
Rivers of tears that overflow their banks.
A slaughter'd bull will appease angry Jove,
A horse the Sun, a lamb the god of love,
But she disdains the spotless sacrifice
Of a pure heart, that at her altar lies.
Vesta is not displeased, if her chaste urn
Do with repaired fuel ever burn ;
But my saint frowns, though to her honour'd name
I consecrate a never-dying flame.
Th' Assyrian king did none i' th' furnace throw ...