Two Bookes of Ayres:
The First Booke
by Thomas Campion.
All lookes be pale, harts cold as stone,
For Hally now is dead, and gone,
Hally, in whose sight,
All the earth late tooke
Eu'ry eye, weepe with mee.
Ioyes drown'd in teares must be.
His Iu'ry skin, his comely hayre,
His Rosie cheekes, so cleare and faire,
Eyes that once did
His bright face,
Now in him all want their
Eyes and hearts weepe with mee
For who so kinde as hee?
His youth was like an Aprill flowre,
Adorn'd with beauty, loue, and powre.
Glory strow'd his way,
Now are all turn'd to decay.
Then againe weepe with mee
None feele more cause then wee.
No more may his wisht sight returne,
His golden Lampe no more can burne.
Quencht is all his flame ;
His hop't fame
Now hath left him nought but
For him all weepe with mee
Since more him none shall see.
Cagnacci. Sleeping Christ with
& John the Baptist, 1630-40.
Campion, Thomas. Campion's Works. Percival Vivian, Ed.
Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1909. 128.
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