Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, UPON MY LORD CHIEF JUSTICE HIS ELECTION OF MY LADY ANNE WENTWORTH FOR HIS MISTRESS, by THOMAS CAREW



Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

UPON MY LORD CHIEF JUSTICE HIS ELECTION OF MY LADY ANNE WENTWORTH FOR HIS MISTRESS, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Hear this, and tremble, all
Last Line: I know no heaven but fair wentworth's eyes!
Subject(s): Judges; Love


HEAR this, and tremble, all
Usurping Beauties that create
A government tyrannical
In Love's free state!
Justice hath to the sword of your edg'd eyes
His equal balance join'd; his sage head lies
In Love's soft lap, which must be just and wise.

Hark how the stern Law breathes
Forth amorous sighs, and now prepares
No fetters but of silken wreaths
And braided hairs;
His dreadful rods and axes are exil'd,
Whilst he sits crown'd with roses: Love hath fil'd
His native roughness; Justice is grown mild.

The Golden Age returns!
Love's bow and quiver useless lie,
His shaft, his brand, nor wounds nor burns,
And cruelty
Is sunk to hell; the fair shall all be kind;
Who loves shall be belov'd, the froward mind
To a deformed shape shall be confin'd.

Astræa hath possess'd
An earthly seat, and now remains
In Finch's heart, but Wentworth's breast
That guest contains;
With her she dwells, yet hath not left the skies,
Nor lost her sphere: for, new-enthron'd, she cries,
I know no Heaven but fair Wentworth's eyes!





Other Poems of Interest...



Home: PoetryExplorer.net