Thomas Carew


SONG.

PERSUASIONS TO ENJOY.


IF the quick spirits in your eye
    Now languish and anon must die ;
If every sweet and every grace
Must fly from that forsaken face ;
    Then, Celia, let us reap our joys
    Ere time such goodly fruit destroys.

Or, if that golden fleece must grow
    For ever free from aged snow ;
If those bright suns must know no shade,
Nor your fresh beauties ever fade ;
Then fear not, Celia, to bestow
What, still being gather'd, still must grow.
    Thus, either Time his sickle brings
    In vain, or else in vain his wings.


Source:
Vincent, Arthur, ed. The Poems of Thomas Carew.
London: George Routledge & Sons, Ltd., nd. 21.



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