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 lived unknown <br />Had not my verse extolled thy name, <br />And with it imped 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 borrowed sphere <br />Lightning on him that fixed thee there. <br /> <br />Tempt me with such affrights no more, <br />Lest what I made I uncreate. <br />Let fools thy mystic form adore, <br />I know thee in thy mortal state. <br />Wise poets, that wrapped truth in tales, <br />Knew her themselves through all her veils.<br /><br />Thomas Carew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/know-celia-since-thou-art-so-proud/
