Poems By Thomas Carevv Esquire. One of the gentlemen of the Privie-Chamber, and Sewer in Ordinary to His Majesty.

The Hue and Cry.

IN Ioves name you are charg'd hereby, To make a speedy Hue and Crie, After a face which t'other day, Stole my wandring heart away. To direct you these (in briefe,) Are ready markes to know the theife.

Her haire a net of beames would prove, Strong enough to captive Jove In his Eagles shape; Her brow, Is a comely field of snow. Her eye so rich, so pure a grey. Every beame creates a day. And if she but sleepe (not when The sun sets) 'tis night agen. In her cheekes are to be seene, Of flowers both the King and Queene, Thither by the graces led, And freshly laid in nuptiall bed. On whom lips like Nymphes doe waite, Who deplore their virgin state,

Oft they blush, and blush for this, That they one another kisse, But observe besides the rest, You shall know this Fell on best, By her tongue, for if your eare Once a heavenly musicke heare, Such as neither Gods nor Men, But from that voice, shall heare age•…•… That that i•…•… she▪ O strait surprise, And bring her unto loves Assize▪ If you let her goe she may, Antedate the latter day, Fate and Philosophy controle, And leavethe world without a soule.