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

— Thomas Campion The Third and Fourth Bookes of Ayres (1617)

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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)

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

A Book of Ayres (1601)

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

A Book of Ayres (1601)

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