Quote#Love
When thou, poor excommunicate
Quote byThomas Carew · 1594–1640
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Poems (1640, '42, '51), To My Inconstant Mistress.
English (original)
When thou, poor excommunicate From all the joys of love, shalt see The full reward and glorious fate Which my strong faith shall purchase me, Then curse thine own inconstancy.
— 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.
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.
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.