Quotation by Thomas Carew

I press not to the quire, nor dare I greet
The holy place with my unhallowed feet;
My unwashed Muse pollutes not things divine,
Nor mingles her profaner notes with thine;
Here humbly at the porch she listening stays,
And with glad ears sucks in thy sacred lays.
Thomas Carew (1589–1639), British poet. To My Worthy Friend Master George Sands, on His Translation of th Psalms (l. 1–6). . .

Poems of Thomas Carew. Arthur Vincent, ed. (1899; repr. 1972) Books for Libraries Press.
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