Quote#Love
Then crown my joys, or cure my pain
Quote byThomas Carew · 1594–1640
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Poems (1640, '42, '51), Mediocrity in Love Rejected, st. 1.
English (original)
Then crown my joys, or cure my pain; Give me more love or more disdain; The torrid or the frozen zone: Bring equal ease unto my pain; The temperate affords me none: Either extreme, of love or hate, Is sweeter than a calm estate.
— Thomas Carew
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Think not, 'cause men flatt'ring say, Y' are fresh as April, sweet as May, Bright as the morning star, That you are so.
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I thought Love’s plagues, like dragons, sat Only to fright us at the gate.
Love no more is made By the fireside, but in the cooler shade.
If ev'ry sweet, and ev'ry grace, Must fly from that forsaken face.
And old folks say there are no pains Like itch of love in agèd veins.