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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.

— Thomas Campion A Book of Ayres (1601)

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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.

A Book of Ayres (1601)

Shall I come, sweet Love, to thee,
When the ev'ning beams are set?

The Third and Fourth Bookes of Ayres (1617)

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

A Book of Ayres (1601)

Plead, Sleep, my cause, and make her soft like thee,
That she in peace may wake and pity me.

The Third and Fourth Bookes of Ayres (1617)

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

A Book of Ayres (1601)

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