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Quotes by S. Thomas Carew
Then fly betimes, for only they Conquer love that run away.— filed under Conquest
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.— filed under Decay
The magic of a face.— filed under Face
And here the precious dust is laid; Whose purely temper'd clay was made So fine that it the guest betray'd. Else the soule grew so fast within, It broke the outward shell of sinne And so was hatch'd a cherubin.— filed under Epitaph
Then fly betimes, for only they Conquer love, that run away.— filed under Love
But an untimely grave.— filed under Gratitude
Those curious locks so aptly twin'd, Whose every hair a soul doth bind.— filed under Hair
Oh, how you wrong our friendship, valiant youth. With friends there is not such a word as debt: Where amity is ty'd with band of truth, All benefits are there in common set.— filed under Friendship