Thomas Campion Quotes

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

music sing silent

Follow your saint, follow with accents sweet; / Haste you, sad notes, fall at her flying feet.

haste sweet flying fall saint sad

Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly; to every day we live, a day we die.

thetimes time live wings day forward die fly

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.

maid nature beauty art

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

sleep peace

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.

places paradise