Thomas Campion

Thomas Campion (sometimes Campian) (February 12, 1567 – March 1, 1620) was an English composer, poet and physician.

Quotes

 * I care not for these ladies, That must be wooed and prayed; Give me kind Amaryllis, The wanton country maid. Nature art disdaineth; Her beauty is her own.
 * I Care Not for These Ladies (1601), reported in Arthur Henry Bullen, More lyrics from the song-books of the Elizabethan Age (1888), p. 48.


 * Plead, Sleep, my cause, and make her soft like thee, That she in peace may wake and pity me.
 * Sleep, Angry Beauty


 * Shall I come, sweet Love, to thee, When the ev'ning beams are set?
 * Shall I Come, Sweet Love, to Thee?


 * The man whose silent days In harmless joys are spent, Whom hopes cannot delude, Nor sorrow discontent: That man needs neither towers Nor armour for defence, Nor secret vaults to fly From thunder's violence.
 * The Man of Life Upright


 * There is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies blow; A heavenly paradise is that place, Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow; There cherries grow that none may buy, Till Cherry-Ripe themselves do cry.
 * Cherry Ripe