Thomas Campion Quotes (1567-1620)

“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.”

“Sooner may you count the starres,   And number hayle downe pouring, Tell the Osiers of the Temmes,   Or ''Goodwins''' Sands devouring, Then the thicke-showr’d kisses here   Which now thy tyred lips must beare.”

“Harke, al you ladies that do sleep;   The fayry queen Proserpina Bids you awake and pitie them that weep.   You may doe in the darke     What the day doth forbid;   Feare not the dogs that barke,     Night will have all hid.But if you let your lovers mone,   The Fairie Queene Proserpina Will send abroad her Fairies ev’ry one,   That shall pinch blacke and blew     Your white hands and faire armes   That did not kindly rue     Your Paramours harmes.In Myrtle Arbours on the downes   The Fairie Queene Proserpina, This night by moone-shine leading merrie rounds   Holds a watch with sweet love,     Downe the dale, up the hill;   No plaints or groanes may move     Their holy vigill.All you that will hold watch with love,   The Fairie Queene Proserpina Will make you fairer than Diones dove;   Roses red, Lillies white,     And the cleare damaske hue,   Shall on your cheekes alight:     Love will adorne you.All you that love or lov’d before,   The Fairie Queene Proserpina Bids you encrease that loving humour more:   They that have not fed     On delight amorous,   She vowes that they shall lead     Apes in Avernus.”