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And here the precious dust is laid,
Whose purely tempered clay was made
So fine that it the guest betrayed.
Else the soul grew so fast within,
It broke the outward shell of sin,
And so was hatched a cherubin.

— 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,
All to catch thy maidenhead.

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The purest soul that e'er was sent
Into a clayey tenement.

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Then fly betimes, for only they
Conquer Love that run away.

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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,
So his flames must waste away.

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