Thomas Carew. Song. To my Mistress, I burning in Love.

Thomas Carew

SONG.

TO MY MISTRESS, I BURNING IN LOVE.

I BURN ; and cruel you, in vain
Hope to quench me with disdain ;
If from your eyes those sparkles came
That have kindled all this flame,
What boots it me, though now you shroud
Those fierce comets in a cloud ?
Since all the flames that I have felt
Could your snow yet never melt ;
Nor can your snow, though you should take
Alps into your bosom, slake
The heat of my enamour'd heart.
But, with wonder, learn Love's art :
No seas of ice can cool desire,
Equal flames must quench Love's fire.
Then, think not that my heat can die,
Till you burn as well as I.

Source:
Vincent, Arthur, ed. The Poems of Thomas Carew.
London: George Routledge & Sons, Ltd., nd. 46.

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