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Quotes from A Book of Ayres — Thomas Campion

d. 1620 England

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I care not for these ladies,
That must be wooed and prayed;
Give me kind Amaryllis,
The wanton country maid.
Nature art disdaineth;
Her beauty is her own.

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Hark, all you ladies that do sleep;
The fairy Queen Proserpina
Bids you awake and pity them that weep.

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Follow your Saint, follow with accents sweet;
Haste you, sad notes, fall at her flying feet.

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Good thoughts his only friends,
His wealth a well-spent age,
The earth his sober inn
And quiet pilgrimage.

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The man of life upright,
Whose guiltless heart is free
From all dishonest deeds
Or thought of vanity.

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Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow,
Though thou be black as night,
And she made all of light,
Yet follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow.

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What then is love but mourning?
What desire, but a self-burning?
Till she that hates doth love return,
Thus will I mourn, thus will I sing,
"Come away, come away, my darling."

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He only can behold
With unaffrighted eyes
The horrors of the deep
And terrors of the skies.

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

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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.

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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.

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White Iope, blithe Helen, and the rest.

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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.

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Attribution

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