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 Copy Share Image
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… — Thomas Campion Copy Share Image
A prudent pharmacist often vends something for your complaint. But wine merchant you do this invariably. — Thomas Campion Copy Share Image
Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o'erflow with wine; Let well-tuned words amaze With harmony divine.... — Thomas Campion Copy Share Image
Fain would I wed a fair young man that night and day could please me, When my mind or body grieved that had the… — Thomas Campion Copy Share Image
Fortune, honour, beauty, youth, Are but blossoms dying; Wanton pleasures, doting love, Are but shadows flying. — Thomas Campion Copy Share Image
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… — Thomas Campion Copy Share Image
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… — Thomas Campion Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
All our pride is but a jest. None are worst and none are best. Grief and hope and joy and fear Play their pageant… — Thomas Campion Copy Share Image
