| Thomas Campion A
Booke
of Ayres.
XVII. Your faire lookes enflame my desire : Quench it againe with loue. Stay, O striue not still to retire : Doe not in humane proue. If loue may perswade, Loues pleasures, deere, denie not. Heere is a silent grouie shade ; O tarrie then, and flie not. Haue I seaz'd my heauenly delight In this vnhaunted groue ? Time shall now her furie requite With the reuenge of loue. Then come, sweetest, come, My lips with kisses gracing ; Here let vs harbour all alone, Die, die in sweete embracing. Will you now so timely depart, And not returne againe ? Your sight lends such life to my hart That to depart is paine. Feare yeelds no delay, Securenes helpeth pleasure : Then, till the time giues safer stay, O farewell, my liues treasure. |
Source:
Campion, Thomas. Campion's Works. Percival Vivian, Ed.
Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1909. 15.
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