As fond of genius, and fixed fortitude, Of the resounding lyre, and every Muse. Weak you will find it in one only part, Now pierced by Love's immedicable dart. ON HIS DECEASED WIFE. Methought I saw my late espouséd saint Brought to me, like Alcestis, from the grave, Whom Jove's great son to her glad husband gave, Rescued from death by force, though pale and faint Mine, as whom, washed from spot of child-bed taint, Purification in the old Law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind: Her face was veiled, yet, to my fancied sight, Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shined So clear, as in no face with more delight. But O, as to embrace me she inclined, I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night. THOMAS CAREW. 1589-1639 CELIA. CELIA was a real person, but her name is unknown. Carew is said to have fallen in love with her in his youth, and his love not being returned, to have gone to France after leaving the university, to shake off his melancholy. We learn from one of his poems that she demanded her letters back, and from another that she married. Her husband probably died before Carew, for one of the poet's companions bantered him for having a widow for his mistress. Carew stood high in the good graces of his contemporaries. Davenant complimented him and his poetry by telling him there would be more triumphs in King's street, when he died, than in days of Parliament. 'He was a person of a pleasant and facetious wit," says my Lord Clarendon, “and made many poems (especially in the amorous way), which for the sharpness of the fancy, and the elegance of the language in which that fancy was spread, were at least equal if not superior, to any of that time." Carew's sonnets," says Oldys, "were more in request than any poet's of his time; that is between 1630 and 1640. They were many of them set to music by the two famous composers, Henry and William Lawes, and other eminent masters, and sung at court in their masques." They were first published in 1640. SONG. TO ONE THAT DESIRED TO KNOW MY MISTRESS. Seek not to know my love, for she Her mild aspects are mine, and thou In me, her kisses quench the fire; Or dwell upon her hills of snow. But when thou burn'st, she shall not spare One gentle breath to cool the air; A treasure to enrich thy mind; But let my Mistress live concealed; Yet here 't is wisdom not to know. SONG. CELIA SINGING. You that think love can convey No other way, But through the eyes, into the heart, His fatal dart; Close up those casements, and but hear This siren sing; And on the wing Of her sweet voice, it shall appear That love can enter at the ear: Then unveil your eyes, behold The curious mould Where that voice dwells; and as we know When the cocks crow, We freely may Gaze on the day: So may you, when the music's done, Awake and see the rising sun. TO HIS JEALOUS MISTRESS. Admit, thou darling of mine eyes, Our true loves might the less be famed: Remember, dear, how loath and slow I was to cast a look or smile, Or one love-line to misbestow, Till thou hadst changed both face and style; And art thou grown afraid to see That mask put on thou mad'st for me? I dare not call those childish fears, Coming from love, much less from thee, But wash away, with frequent tears, And henceforth kneel at ne'er a shrine, UNGRATEFUL BEAUTY THREATENED. Know, Celia, since thou art so proud, Of common beauties, lived unknown, That killing power is none of thine, I give it to thy voice and eyes; Thy sweets, thy graces, all are mine, Thou art my star, shin'st in my skies; Then dart not from thy borrowed sphere Tempt me with such affrights no more, I'll know thee in thy mortal state: Wise poets that wrapped truth in tales, Know her themselves through all her veils. PARTING, CELIA WEEPS. Weep not, my dear, for I shall go I wish not theirs; it shall relieve Away with me, so shall thy breast, A PRAYER TO THE WIND. Go, thou gentle whispering wind, So, inflamed by my desire, It may set her heart a-fire. Those sweet kisses thou shalt gain, |