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No tears, Celia, now shall win
My resolved heart to return;
I have search'd thy soul within,
And find nought but pride and scorn;
I have learned thy arts, and now
Can disdain as much as thou.

— Thomas Carew Poems (1640)

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Love no more is made
By the fireside, but in the cooler shade.

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Nets of passion’s finest thread,
Snaring poems, will be spread,
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The purest soul that e'er was sent
Into a clayey tenement.

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He that loves a rosy cheek,
Or a coral lip admires,
Or from star-like eyes doth seek
Fuel to maintain his fires,—
As old Time makes these decay,
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