ASK ME NO MORE
by: Thomas Carew (1595?-1639?)
- SK me no
more where Jove bestows,
- When June is past, the fading rose;
- For in your beauty's orient deep
- These flowers, as in their causes, sleep.
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- Ask me no more whither do stray
- The golden atoms of the day;
- For in pure love heaven did prepare
- Those powders to enrich your hair.
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- Ask me no more whither doth haste
- The nightingale when May is past;
- For in your sweet dividing throat
- She winters and keeps warm her note.
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- Ask me no more where those stars 'light
- That downwards fall in dead of night;
- For in your eyes they sit, and there
- Fixèd become as in their sphere.
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- Ask me no more if east or west
- The
Phoenix builds her spicy nest;
- For unto you at last she flies,
- And in your fragrant bosom dies.
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