Saint of my heart, queen of my life and love, TH 1 HRICE toss these oaken ashes in the air,1 Thrice sit thou mute in this enchanted chair, Then thrice three times tie up this true love's knot And murmur soft, "She will or she will not ". Go burn these poisonous weeds in yon blue fire, Then come, you Fairies! dance with me a round! She hath an art to break them with her eyes. SWEET, 2 THOMAS CAMPION WEET, come again! Since Still I must mourn, And pine in longing pain, Till you, my life's delight, again Vouchsafe your wish'd return! 1 From a Third Book of Airs by Thomas Campion (circa 1613). 2 From a Book of Airs by Thomas Campion and Philip Rosseter, lutenist (1601). If true desire Or faithful vow of endless love, Thy heart inflamed may kindly move O then my joys, You had the power My wand'ring thoughts first to restrain, Now is it grown Confirmed, do you it keep! And let 't safe in your bosom sleep, WH THOMAS CAMPION WHEN to her lute Corinna sings,2 And doth in highest notes appear As any challenged echo clear, But when she doth of mourning speak E'en with her sighs the strings do break. And as her lute doth live or die, E'en from my heart the strings do break. 1 Last verse omitted. THOMAS CAMPION 2 From a Book of Airs by Thomas Campion and Philip Rosseter, lutenist (1601). FAIN would I change that note 1 To which fond love hath charmed me, Long long to sing by rote, Fancying that that harmed me : I have no other choice O Love, they wrong thee much I know thee what thou art, And fall before thee.2 ANON. WEET Love, my only treasure,3 1 From Captain Tobias Hume's The First Part of Airs, French, Polish, and others together (1605). 2 This exquisite lyric is printed in The Lyrics from Elizabethan Song Books, edited by Mr. A. H. Bullen, to whom the editor wishes to express his indebtedness. 3 From Robert Jones's Ultimum Vale, or, Third Book of Airs (1608). If in her hair so slender, With locks so dainty tied. If in her eye she bind it, But if her breast have deigned Though death thereby were gained. LOVE not me for comely grace,1 For my pleasing eye or face, Nor for any outward part : No, nor for a constant heart! For these may fail or turn to ill : So thou and I shall sever. Keep therefore a true woman's eye, To doat upon me ever. ANON. ANON. 1 From John Wilbye's Second Set of Madrigals (1609). ΟΝ time the amorous Silvy 1 ON said to her shepherd, "Sweet, how do you? Kiss me this once, and then God be wi' you, My sweetest dear ! Kiss me this once, and then God be wi' you, For now the morning draweth near." With that, her fairest bosom showing, My sweetest dear! Kiss me this once, and then be going, With that the shepherd waked from sleeping, My sweetest dear! Kiss me, and take my soul in keeping THOSE eyes that set my fancy on a fire,2 ANON. Those crisped hairs that hold my heart in chains, Those dainty hands which conquered my desire, That wit which of my thoughts doth hold the reins : Then Love, be judge, what heart may therewith stand Such eyes, such head, such wit, and such a hand? Those eyes for clearness doth the stars surpass, Those hairs obscure the brightness of the sun, Those hands more white than ever ivory was, 1 From John Attye's First Book of Airs (1622). 2 From William Barley's New Book of Tabliture (1596). |