Yet I would not die a maid, because I had a mother, As I was by one brought forth, I would bring forth another. Thomas Campion More Quotes by Thomas Campion More Quotes From Thomas Campion There is a garden in her eyes, where roses and white lilies flow. Thomas Campion girl eye romantic Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly; Thomas Campion dies wings time Never love unless you can bear with all the faults of man! Thomas Campion faults love men Secret fates Thomas Campion mourning fate secret From heav'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring. Thomas Campion delight spring 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. Thomas Campion wine summer winter Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o'erflow with wine; Let well-tuned words amaze With harmony divine. Thomas Campion cups wine love Fortune, honour, beauty, youth, Thomas Campion shadow flying dying Thou shalt prove Thomas Campion prove beauty love Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore. Thomas Campion weather inspirational funny 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 please-me men night A prudent pharmacist often vends something for your complaint. But wine merchant you do this invariably. Thomas Campion pharmacist prudent wine Lost is our freedom Thomas Campion women freedom needs If all would lead their lives in love like me, Thomas Campion sleep love moving 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. See Catullus 200:5. Thomas Campion light sleep night 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. Thomas Campion grief pride play The man whose silent daysIn harmless joys are spent,Whom hopes cannot delude,Nor sorrow discontent:That man needs neither towersNor armour for defence,Nor secret vaults to flyFrom thunder's violence. Thomas Campion secret joy men Beauty is not beauty without love. Thomas Campion without-love love-is beauty Kind are her answers, But her performance keeps no day; Breaks time, as dancers. From their own Music when they stray. Thomas Campion dance kind answers Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow. Thomas Campion shadow unhappy sun
