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Two Bookes of Ayres:
The First Booke
XVII.
by Thomas Campion.
Come, chearfull day, part of my life, to mee :
For while thou view'st me with thy fading light,
Part of my life doth still depart with thee,
And I still onward haste to my last night.
Times fatall wings doe euer forward flye,
Soe eu'ry day we liue a day wee dye.
But, O yee nights, ordain'd for barren rest,
How are my dayes depriu'd of life in you,
When heauy sleepe my soule hath dispossest,
By fayned death life sweetly to renew !
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Part of my life in that, you life denye :
So eu'ry day we liue a day wee dye.
Source:
Campion, Thomas. Campion's Works. Percival Vivian, Ed.
Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1909. 125.
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