Thomas Carew Poems
- Ask Me No More Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June ...
- He That Loves A Rosy Cheek He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a ...
- The Unfading Beauty HE that loves a rosy cheek, ...
- Lips And Eyes. IN Celia's face a question did arise, Which...
- 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 ...
- Ingrateful Beauty Threatened Know Celia, since thou art so ...
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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Ask Me No More
Ask me no more where Jove bestows,
When June is past, the fading rose;
For in your beauty's orient deep
These flowers, as in their causes, sleep.
Ask me no more whither do stray
The golden atoms of the day;
For in pure love heaven did prepare
Those powders to enrich your hair.
Ask me no more whither doth haste
The nightingale when May is past;
For in your sweet dividing throat
She winters and keeps warm her note.
Ask me no more where those stars 'light
That downwards fall in dead of night;
For in your eyes they sit, and there