Thomas Campion Quotes
Thomas Campion writes poetic musings on love and art, inviting quiet contemplation.
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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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Plead, Sleep, my cause, and make her soft like thee, That she in peace may wake and pity me.
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Shall I come, sweet Love, to thee, When the ev'ning beams are set?
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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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There is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies blow; A heavenly paradise is that place, Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow; There cherries grow that none may buy, Till Cherry-Ripe themselves do cry.
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Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow.
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Beauty is not beauty without love.
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Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o'erflow with wine; Let well-tuned words amaze With harmony divine…
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Fain would I wed a fair young man that night and day could please me, When my mind or body grieved that had the power to ease me. Maids are full of longing thoughtsthat breed a bloodless sickness, And that, oft I hear men say, is only cured by quickness.
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Fortune, honour, beauty, youth, Are but blossoms dying; Wanton pleasures, doting love, Are but shadows flying.
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Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o’erflow with wine... The summer hath his joys, And winter his delights; Though love and all his pleasures are but toys, They shorten tedious nights.
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Yet I would not die a maid, because I had a mother, As I was by one brought forth, I would bring forth another.
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Lost is our freedom When we submit to women so: Why do we need 'em When, in their best, they work our woe?
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All our pride is but a jest. None are worst and none are best. Grief and hope and joy and fear Play their pageant everywhere.
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Thou shalt prove That beauty is no beauty without love.
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From heav'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring.
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Secret fates Guide our states Both in mirth and mourning.