Thomas Carew (Томас Кэрью (Кэри))

A Beautiful Mistress

IF when the sun at noon displays
His brighter rays,
Thou but appear,
He then, all pale with shame and fear,
Quencheth his light,
Hides his dark brow, flies from thy sight,
And grows more dim,
Compared to thee, than stars to him.
If thou but show thy face again,
When darkness doth at midnight reign,
The darkness flies, and light is hurl'd
Round about the silent world :
So as alike thou driv'st away
Both light and darkness, night and day.

1. Epitaph for Maria Wentworth
2. Celia Beeding, To The Surgeon
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4. Secrecy Protested
5. Murdering Beauty

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