Two Bookes of Ayres:
The Second Booke.

II.
by Thomas Campion.

How eas'ly wert thou chained,
Fond hart, by fauours fained !
Why liu'd thy hopes in grace,
Straight to dye disdained ?
But since th' art now beguiled
By Loue that falsely smiled,
In some lesse happy place
Mourne alone exiled !
My loue still here increaseth,
And with my loue my griefe,                                               10
While her sweet bounty ceaseth,
That gaue my woes reliefe.
Yet 'tis no woman leaues me,
For such may proue uniust ;
A Goddesse thus deceiues me,
Whose faith who could mistrust ?

A Goddesse so much graced,
That Paradice is placed
In her most heau'nly brest,
Once by loue embraced :                                                    20
But loue, that so kinde proued,
Is now from her remoued,
Nor will he longer rest
Where no faith is loued.
If Powres Celestiall wound vs
And will not yeeld reliefe,
Woe then must needs confound vs,
For none can cure our griefe.
No wonder if I languish
Through burden of my smart ;                                           30
It is no common anguish
From Paradice to part.





Text source:
Campion, Thomas. Campion's Works. Percival Vivian, Ed.
Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1909. 132-133.




Music:
"How Eas'ly wert thou chained" by Campion.
Sequenced by Harald Lillmeyer. Used with permission.




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