29 Quotes by Thomas Campion

From heav'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring.

Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly; To every day we live, a day we die.

Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.

The Summer hath his joys, / And Winter his delights. / Though Love and all his pleasures are but toys, / They shorten tedious nights.

Rose-cheeked Laura, come; / Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty's / Silent music, either other/ Sweetly gracing.

Follow your saint, follow with accents sweet; / Haste you, sad notes, fall at her flying feet.

The man of life upright,/ Whose guiltless heart is free/ From all dishonest deeds/ Or thought of vanity.

Fain would I wed a fair young man that night and day could please me, When my mind or body grieved that had the power to ease me. Maids are full of longing thoughtsthat breed a bloodless sickness, And that, oft I hear men say, is only cured by quickness.

All our pride is but a jest. None are worst and none are best. Grief and hope and joy and fear Play their pageant everywhere.