Thomas Campion Quotes

d. 1620 England

Thomas Campion (sometimes spelt Campian; 12 February 1567 – 1 March 1620) was an English composer, poet, and physician. He wrote over a hundred lute songs, masques for dancing, and an authoritative technical treatise on music.

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Also known as: Campion, Thomas

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Lost is our freedom,
When we submit to women so:
Why do we need them,
When in their best they work our woe?

The Third and Fourth Bookes of Ayres (1617)

Who, when we court and kiss,
She cries, "Forsooth, let go!"
But when we come where comfort is,
She never will say no.

A Book of Ayres (1601)

The man whose silent days
In harmless joys are spent,
Whom hopes cannot delude,
Nor sorrow discontent:That man needs neither towers
Nor armour for defence,
Nor secret vaults to fly
From thunder's violence.

A Book of Ayres (1601)

My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love,
And though the sager sort our deeds reprove,
Let us not weigh them: Heav'n's great lamps do dive
Into their west, and straight again revive,
But soon as once set is our little light,
Then must we sleep one ever-during night.

A Book of Ayres (1601)

Only beauty purely loving
Knows no discord,
But still moves delight,
Like clear springs renewed by flowing,
Ever perfect, ever in themselves eternal.

Observations in the Art of English Poesie (1602)

White Iope, blithe Helen, and the rest.

A Book of Ayres (1601)

And I still onward haste to my last night;
Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly;
So every day we live, a day we die.

When to her lute Corinna sings,
Her voice revives the leaden strings,
And both in highest notes appear,
As any challeng'd echo clear.
But when she doth of mourning speak,
Ev’n with her sighs the strings do break.

A Book of Ayres (1601)

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Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Thomas Campion (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.