Thomas Campion Quotes

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

Thomas Campion
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.

Thomas Campion
If all would lead their lives in love like me,
Then bloody swords and armor should not be;
No drum nor trumpet peaceful sleeps should move,
Unless alarm came from the camp of love.

Thomas Campion
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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Fortune, honour, beauty, youth,
Are but blossoms dying;
Wanton pleasures, doting love,
Are but shadows flying.

Thomas Campion
Secret fates
Guide our states
Both in mirth and mourning.

Thomas Campion
Lost is our freedom
When we submit to women so:
Why do we need 'em
When, in their best, they work our woe?

Thomas Campion
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.

Thomas Campion
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.

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

Thomas Campion
Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o'erflow with wine; Let well-tuned words amaze With harmony divine....

Thomas Campion
The summer hath his joys,
And winter his delights;
Though love and all his pleasures are but toys,
They shorten tedious nights.

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

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

Thomas Campion
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.

Thomas Campion
Never love unless you can Bear with all the faults of man.

Thomas Campion
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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When to her lute Corinna sings,
Her voice revives the leaden strings,
And both in highest notes appear,
As any challenged echo clear.

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Kind are her answers,
But her performance keeps no day;
Breaks time, as dancers
From their own music when they stray.

Thomas Campion
Then wilt thou speak of banqueting delights, Of masks and revels which sweet youth did make.

Thomas Campion
Those cherries fairly do enclose Of orient pearl a double row, Which when her lovely laughter shows, They look like rosebuds filled with snow.

Thomas Campion