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Thomas Campion (Томас Кэмпион)


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Kind are her answers,
But her performance keeps no day;
Breaks time, as dancers
From their own music when they stray.
All her free favours and smooth words,
Wing my hopes in vain.
O did ever voice so sweet but only feign?
Can true love yield such delay,
Converting joy to pain?
Lost is our freedom,
When we submit to women so:
Why do we need them
When, in their best they work our woe?
Can alter ends, by Fate prefixed.
O why is the good of man with evil mixed?
Never were days yet called two,
But one night went betwixt. 



Thomas Campion's other poems:
  1. Follow Your Saint
  2. Amaryllis
  3. View Me, Lord, a Work of Thine
  4. O Come Quickly!
  5. Integer Vitae


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