Thomas Carew, Aske me no more where Jove bestowes
“ Ask me no more if east or west The phoenix builds her spicy nest; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies. ”
Thomas Carew, Aske me no more where Jove bestowes
“ Ask me no more if east or west The phoenix builds her spicy nest; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies. ”