| Herbert J.C. Grierson, ed. (1886–1960). Metaphysical Lyrics & Poems of the 17th C. 1921. |
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| Thomas Carew |
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| 28. A deposition from love |
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| I WAS foretold, your rebell sex, | |
| Nor love, nor pitty knew; | |
| And with what scorn you use to vex | |
| Poor hearts that humbly sue; | |
| Yet I believ'd, to crown our pain, | 5 |
| Could we the fortress win, | |
| The happy Lover sure should gain | |
| A Paradise within: | |
| I thought Loves plagues, like Dragons sate, | |
| Only to fright us at the gate. | 10 |
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| But I did enter, and enjoy | |
| What happy Lovers prove; | |
| For I could kiss, and sport, and toy, | |
| And taste those sweets of love; | |
| Which had they but a lasting state, | 15 |
| Or if in Celia's brest | |
| The force of love might not abate, | |
| Jove were too mean a guest. | |
| But now her breach of faith, farre more | |
| Afflicts, than did her scorn before. | 20 |
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| Hard fate! to have been once possest, | |
| As victor, of a heart | |
| Atchiev'd with labour, and unrest, | |
| And then forc'd to depart. | |
| If the stout Foe will not resigne | 25 |
| When I besiege a Town, | |
| I lose, but what was never mine; | |
| But he that is cast down | |
| From enjoy'd beauty, feels a woe, | |
| Only deposed Kings can know. | 30 |
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