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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"Poems By Thomas Carevv Esquire. One of the gentlemen of the Privie-Chamber, and Sewer in Ordinary to His Majesty." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A17961.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 19, 2024.
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descriptionPage 133
To Master W. Moun∣tague.
SIR, I arest you at your Countreyes suit,Who as a debt to her, requires the fruitOf that rich stock; which she by Natures handGave you in trust, to th'use of this whole Land.Next, she endites you of a Felonie,For stealing, what was her Proprietie.Your selfe from hence, so seeking to conveyThe publike treasure of the state away.More, y'are accus'd of Ostracisme, the FateImpos'd of old by the Athenian stateOn eminent vertue, but that curse which theyCast on their men, You on your Countrey lay.For, thus divided from your noble partsThis Kingdome lives in exile, and all heartsThat rellish worth, or honout, being rentFrom your perfections, suffer banishment:These are your publike injuries; but IHave a just private quarrell to defie
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And call you Coward, thus to run awayWhen you had pierc'd my heart, not daring stayTill I redeem'd my honour; but I sweareBy Celia's eyes, by the same force to teareYour heart from you, or not to end this strifeTill I or find revenge, or lose my life.But as in single fights it oft hath beeneIn that unequall equall tryall seene,That he who had receiv'd the wrong at first,Came from the Combat ost too with the worst;So if you foyle me when we meet, I'le thenGive you fayre leave to wound me so agēn.
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