THOMAS CAREW

Tempt me with such affrights no more, Lest what I made I uncreate ;

Let fools thy mystic form adore, I know thee in thy mortal state.

Wise poets, that wrapt Truth in tales,

Knew her themselves through all her veils.

. Epitaph

On the Lady Mary Villiers

""THE Lady Mary Villiers lies

Under this stone ; with weeping eyes The parents that first gave her birth, And their sad friends, laid her in earth. If any of them, Reader, were Known unto thee, shed a tear; Or if thyself possess a gem As dear to thee, as this to them, Though a stranger to this place, Bewail in theirs thine own hard case : For thou perhaps at thy return May'st find thy Darling in an urn.

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��295. Another

'HIS little vault, this narrow room, Of Love and Beauty is the tomb; The dawning beam, that 'gan to clear Our clouded sky, lies darkened here, For ever set to us : by Death Sent to enflame the World Beneath,

'Twas but a bud, yet did contain More sweetness than shall spring again ;

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