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

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Poems By Thomas Carevv Esquire. One of the gentlemen of the Privie-Chamber, and Sewer in Ordinary to His Majesty.
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Carew, Thomas, 1595?-1639?
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London :: Printed by I.D. for Thomas Walkley, and are to be sold at the signe of the flying Horse, between Brittains Burse, and York-House,
1640.
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Page 102

2. Feminine Honour.

IN what esteeme did the Gods hold Faire Innocence, and the chaste bed, When scandall'd vertue might be bold Bare-foot, upon sharpe Cultures, spread O're burning coles to march, yet feele Nor scor•…•…ing fire, nor piercing sleele?
Why, when the hard edg'd Iron did turne Soft as a bed of Roses blowne, When cruell flames forgot to burne Their chaste pure limbes, should man alone 'Gainst female Innocence conspire, Harder then steele, fiercer then fire?
Oh haplesse sex! Vnequall sway Of partiall Honour! Who may know; Rebels from subjects that obey, When malice oan on vestal•…•… throw Disgrace, and Fame fixe high repute On the close shamelesse Prostitute?

Page 103

Vaine Honour! thou art but disguise A cheating voyce, a jugling art, No judge of vertue, whose pure eyes Court her owne Image in the heart, More pleas'd with her true figure there, Then her false Eccho in the eare.
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