Ask me no more, where those stars light, That downwards fall in dead of night; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fixed become, as in their sphere.
Thomas Carew
Source: Wikipedia
He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from starlike eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away
time eyes waste decay
Good to the poor, to kindred dear, / To servants kind, to friendship clear, / To nothing but herself severe.
friendship kind good poor
Give me more love or more disdain; / The torrid or the frozen zone.
love give
Here lies a King that ruled, as he thought fit, / The universal monarchy of wit.
lies thought king wit universal monarchy
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, / When June is past, the fading rose; / For in your beauty's orient deep / These flowers, as in their causes, sleep.
sleep past deep flowers rose june
Then fly betimes, for only they / Conquer Love that run away.
fly run conquer love
light
Ask me no more, whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For, in pure love, Heaven did prepare Those, powders to enrich your hair.
Stand still, you floods, do not deface That image which you bear: So votaries, from every place, To you shall altars rear. No winds but lovers' sighs blow here, To trouble these glad streams, On which no star from any sphere Did ever dart such beams.
places trouble
Ask me no more, if cast or west, The phenix builds her spicy nest; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies.
buildup
The magic of a face.
magic
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