Thomas Carew. 1589-1639

He that loves a rosy cheek,

Or a coral lip admires,

Or from star-like eyes doth seek

Fuel to maintain his fires,—

As old Time makes these decay,

So his flames must waste away.

Disdain Returned.

Then fly betimes, for only they

Conquer Love that run away.

Conquest by Flight.

An untimely grave.[200:1]

On the Duke of Buckingham.

The magic of a face.

Epitaph on the Lady S——.