Thomas Carew

A Cruel Mistress. – Thomas Carew

A Cruel Mistress. – Thomas Carew

We read of kings and gods that kindly took A pitcher fill’d with water from the brook ; But I have daily tender’d without thanks Rivers of tears that overflow their banks. A slaughter’d bull will appease angry Jove, A horse the Sun, a lamb the god of love, But she disdains the spot... »