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 June 25, 2025.
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descriptionPage 140
Upon my Lord Chiefe Iustice his election of my Lady A. W. for his Mistresse.
1.
HEare this, and tremble allVsurping Beauties, that createA government TyrannicallIn Loves free state,Justice, hath to the sword of your edg'd eyesHis equall ballance joyn'd, his sage head lyesIn Loves soft lap, which must be just and wise.
2.
Harke how the sterne Law breathesForth amorous sighs, and now preparesNo fetters, but of silken wreathes,And, braded hayres;His dreadfull Rods and Axes are exil'dWhilst he sits crown'd with Roses, Love hath fil'deHis native roughnesse, Justice is growne milde.
descriptionPage 141
3.
The golden Age returnes,Loves bowe, and quiver, uselesse lye,His shaft, his brand, nor wounds, nor burnes,And crueltieIs sunke to Hell, the fayre shall all be kind,Who loves, shall be belov'd, the froward mindTo a deformed shape shall be confin'd.
4.
Astraea hath possestAn earthly seate, and now remainesIn Finthes heart, but Wentworths brestThat Guest containes;With her she dwells, yet hath not left the skies,Nor lost her Spheare, for, new-enthron'd she cryesI know no Heaven but fayre Wentworths eyes,
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