Quote#Work
So grieves th' advent'rous merchant, when he throws
Quote byThomas Carew · 1594–1640
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Poems (1640, '42, '51), My Mistress Commanding Me to Return Her Letters.
English (original)
So grieves th' advent'rous merchant, when he throws All his long-toil'd-for treasure his ship stows Into the angry main.
— 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 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.
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.