The Works of Thomas Carew
by Carew, Thomas
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1824 edition. Excerpt: ... For, thus divided from your noble parts, This kingdomc lives in exile, and all hearts, That rellish worth or honour, being rent From your perfections, suffer banishment: These are your publike injuries; but I Have a just private quarrell to defie, And call you coward, thus to run away When you had pierc'd my heart, not daring stay Till I redeem'd my honour; but I sweare By Celia's eyes, by the same force to teare Your heart from you, or not to end this strife Till I or find revenge, or lose my life. But as in single fights it oft hath beene, In that unequall equall tryall seene, That he who had receiv'd the wrong at first Came from the combat oft too with the worst; So, if you foyle me when we meet, I'le then Give you fayre leave to wound me so agen. ON THE MARIAGE OF T. K. AND C. C. THE MORNING STORMIE. Such should this day be, so the sun should hide His bashfull face, and let the conquering bride Without a rivall shine, whilst he forbeares To mingle his unequall beames with hers; Or if sometimes he glance his squinting eye Betweene the parting cloudes, 'tis but to spye, Not emulate her glories; so comes drest In vayles, but as a masquer to the feast. Thus heaven should lower, such stormy gusts should blow. Not to denounce ungentle fates, but show The cheerefull bridegroome to the clouds and wind Hath all his teares and all his sighes assign'd. Let tempests struggle in the ayre, but rest Eternall calmes within thy peacefull brest, Thrice happy youth; but ever sacrifice To that fayre hand that dry'de thy blubbred eyes, That croun'd thy head with roses, and turn'd all The plagues of love into a cordial!, When first it joyn'd her virgin snow to thine, Which when to-day the priest shall recombine, From the misterious holy touch such charmes...

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  • PID: 16914630105
  • ISBN-13: 9780469593329
  • Publisher: Wentworth Press
  • Seller: Media Smart
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