Thomas Carew Poems
- I Do Not Love Thee For That Fa... I do not love thee for that ...
- Mediocrity In Love Rejected Give me more love or more ...
- The Unfading Beauty HE that loves a rosy cheek, ...
- Lips And Eyes. IN Celia's face a question did arise, Which...
- He That Loves A Rosy Cheek He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a ...
- Ingrateful Beauty Threatened Know Celia, since thou art so ...
- A Divine Mistress In Nature's pieces still I see Some error ...
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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I Do Not Love Thee For That Fair
I do not love thee for that fair
Rich fan of thy most curious hair;
Though the wires thereof be drawn
Finer than threads of lawn,
And are softer than the leaves
On which the subtle spider weaves.
I do not love thee for those flowers
Growing on thy cheeks, love's bowers;
Though such cunning them hath spread,
None can paint them white and red:
Love's golden arrows thence are shot,
Yet for them I love thee not.
I do not love thee for those soft
Red coral lips I've kissed so oft,
Nor teeth of pearl, the double guard
To speech whence music still ...