Jack and Joan they think no ill,
But loving live, and merry still;
Do their week-days' work, and pray
Devoutly on the holy day;
Skip and trip it on the green,
And help to choose the Summer Queen;

(Thomas Campion (1567-1620), British poet. Jack and Joan they think no ill (l. 1-6). . . Oxford Book of Sixteenth Century Verse, The. E. K. Chambers, comp. (1932) Oxford University Press.)

Only beauty purely loving
Knows no discord,

But still moves delight,
Like clear springs renewed by flowing,
Ever perfect, ever in them-
Selves eternal.

(Thomas Campion (1567-1620), British poet. Rose-cheeked Laura, Come (l. 11-16). . . New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford University Press.)

But to let such dangers pass,
Which a lover's thoughts disdain,
'Tis enough in such a place
To attend love's joys in vain.

(Thomas Campion (1567-1620), British poet. Shall I Come, Sweet Love, to Thee? (L. 13-16). . . New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford University Press.)

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.

(Thomas Campion (1567-1620), British poet. The Man of Life Upright (l. 5-12). . . Oxford Book of Sixteenth Century Verse, The. E. K. Chambers, comp. (1932) Oxford University Press.)

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

(Thomas Campion (1567-1620), British poet. Sleep, Angry Beauty (l. 11-12). . . Oxford Book of Short Poems, The. P. J. Kavanagh and James Michie, eds. Oxford University Press.)

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

(Thomas Campion (1567-1620), British poet. Shall I Come, Sweet Love, to Thee? (L. 1-2). . . New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford University Press.)

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.

(Thomas Campion (1567-1620), British poet. I Care Not for These Ladies (l. 1-6). . . Oxford Book of Sixteenth Century Verse, The. E. K. Chambers, comp. (1932) Oxford University Press.)

Now you courtly dames and knights,
That study only strange delights,
Though you scorn the home-spun gray
And revel in your rich array;
Though your tongues dissemble deep
And can your heads from danger keep:
Yet for all your pomp and train,
Securer lives the silly swain.

(Thomas Campion (1567-1620), British poet. Jack and Joan they think no ill (l. 25-32). . . Oxford Book of Sixteenth Century Verse, The. E. K. Chambers, comp. (1932) Oxford University Press.)

now I discerne they goe on a Pilgrimage
Towards Loves holy land, faire Paphos or Cyprus.
Such devotion is meete for a blithesome age;
With sweet youth, it agrees well to be amorous.
Let olde angrie fathers lurke in an Hermitage:
Come, weele associate this jolly Pilgrimage!

(Thomas Campion (1567-1620), British poet. What Faire Pompe (l. 25-30). . . Oxford Book of Sixteenth Century Verse, The. E. K. Chambers, comp. (1932) Oxford University Press.)

All our joys
Are but toys,

(Thomas Campion (1567-1620), British poet. What If a Day (l. 9-10). . . Elizabethan Lyrics. Norman Ault, ed. (3d ed., 1949) William Sloane Associates (paperback edition of 1960 published by G. P. Putnam's Sons).)