Quote#Art
No tears, Celia, now shall win
Quote byThomas Carew · 1594–1640
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Poems (1640, '42, '51), Disdain Returned, st. 3.
English (original)
No tears, Celia, now shall win My resolved heart to return; I have search'd thy soul within, And find nought but pride and scorn; I have learned thy arts, and now Can disdain as much as thou.
— Thomas Carew
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Love no more is made By the fireside, but in the cooler shade.
Think not, 'cause men flatt'ring say, Y' are fresh as April, sweet as May, Bright as the morning star, That you are so.
I thought Love’s plagues, like dragons, sat Only to fright us at the gate.
If ev'ry sweet, and ev'ry grace, Must fly from that forsaken face.
If the stout foe will not resign, When I besiege a town, I lose but what was never mine; But he that is cast down From enjoy’d beauty, feels a woe Only deposèd kings can know.
And old folks say there are no pains Like itch of love in agèd veins.