| Breake now,
my
heart, and dye! by Thomas Campion Breake now, my heart, and dye ! Oh no, she may relent. Let my despaire preuayle ! O stay, hope is not spent. Should she now fixe one smile on thee, where were despaire? The losse is but easy, which smiles can repayre. A stranger would please thee, if she were as fayre. Her must I loue or none, so sweet none breathes as shee ; The more is my despayre, alas, shee loues not mee : But cannot time make way for loue through ribs of steele? The Grecian, inchanted all parts but the heele, At last a shaft daunted, which his hart did feele. |
Source:
Campion, Thomas. Campion's Works. Percival Vivian, Ed.
Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1909. 165.
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