Know Celia, since thou art so proud, <br />'Twas I that gave thee thy renown; <br />Thou hadst, in the forgotten crowd <br />Of common beauties, liv'd unknown, <br />Had not my verse exhal'd thy name, <br />And with it imp'd the wings of fame. <br /> <br />That killing power is none of thine, <br />I gave it to thy voice, and eyes; <br />Thy sweets, thy graces, all are mine; <br />Thou art my star, shin'st in my skies; <br />Then dart not from thy borrow'd sphere <br />Lightning on him that fix'd thee there. <br /> <br />Tempt me with such affrights no more, <br />Lest what I made, I uncreate; <br />Let fools thy mystic forms adore, <br />I'll know thee in thy mortal state; <br />Wise poets that wrapp'd Truth in tales, <br />Knew her themselves, through all her veils.<br /><br />Thomas Carew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ingrateful-beauty-threatened/
