INGRATEFUL BEAUTY THREATENED
by: Thomas Carew (1595?-1639?)
- NOW, Celia,
since thou art so proud,
- 'Twas I that gave thee thy renown.
- Thou hadst in the forgotten crowd
- Of common beauties lived unknown,
- Had not my verse extoll'd thy name,
- And with it imp'd the wings of Fame.
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- That killing power is none of thine;
- I gave 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 borrow'd sphere
- Lightning on him that fix'd thee there.
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- Tempt me with such affrights no more,
- Lest what I made I uncreate;
- Let fools thy mystic form adore,
- I know thee in thy mortal state.
- Wise poets, that wrapt Truth in tales,
- Knew her themselves through all her veils.
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