William Cartwright (1 September 1611 – 29 November 1643) was an English dramatist and churchman.
The son of a country gentleman turned innkeeper, he was born at Northway, Gloucestershire. Anthony Wood gives an account of his origin which is probably correct, although it is contradicted by statements made in David Lloyd's Memoirs. Cartwright was educated at the free school of ... more »
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William Cartwright Poems
No Platonic Love
Tell me no more of minds embracing minds, And hearts exchang'd for hearts; That spirits spirits meet, as winds do winds, And mix their subt'lest parts;
To Chloe,Who for his sake wished herself...
THERE are two births; the one when light First strikes the new awaken'd sense; The other when two souls unite, And we must count our life from thence:
STILL do the stars impart their light To those that travel in the night; Still time runs on, nor doth the hand Or shadow on the dial stand;
On a Virtuous Young Gentlewoman that die...
SHE who to Heaven more Heaven doth annex, Whose lowest thought was above all our sex, Accounted nothing death but t' be reprieved, And died as free from sickness as she lived.
The Dead Sparrow
TELL me not of joy: there's none Now my little Sparrow's gone; He, just as you, Would try and woo,
On the Queen's Return from the Low Count...
HALLOW the threshold, crown the posts anew! The day shall have its due. Twist all our victories into one bright wreath, On which let honour breathe;
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No Platonic Love
Tell me no more of minds embracing minds,
And hearts exchang'd for hearts;
That spirits spirits meet, as winds do winds,
And mix their subt'lest parts;
That two unbodied essences may kiss,
And then like Angels, twist and feel one Bliss.
I was that silly thing that once was wrought
To practise this thin love;
I climb'd from sex to soul, from soul to thought;
But thinking there to move,
Headlong I rolled from thought to soul, and then
From soul I lighted at the sex again.
As some strict down-looked men pretend to fast,