Thomas Campion Quotes

Yet I would not die a maid, because I had a mother, As I was by one brought forth, I would bring forth another.

There is a garden in her face, Where roses and white lilies grow, A heavenly paradise is that place, Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow. There cherries grow, which none may buy Till ‘Cherry ripe!’ themselves do cry.

Rose-cheeked Laura, come, Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty’s Silent music, either other Sweetly gracing.

I care not for these ladies that must be wooed and prayed. Give me kind Amaryllis, the wanton country maid.

As her lute doth live or die, Led by her passion, so must I: For when of pleasure she doth sing, My thoughts enjoy a sudden spring, But if she doth of sorrow speak, Ev’n from my heart the strings do break.

My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love, And though the sager sort our deeds reprove, Let us not weigh them. Heaven’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.