Thomas Carew Quote

Ask me no more, if cast or west,
The phenix builds her spicy nest;
For unto you at last she flies,
And in your fragrant bosom dies.


"Song". - Carew's Poems


Ask me no more, if cast or west, The phenix builds her spicy nest; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies.

Ask me no more, if cast or west, The phenix builds her spicy nest; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies.

Ask me no more, if cast or west, The phenix builds her spicy nest; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies.

Ask me no more, if cast or west, The phenix builds her spicy nest; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies.