The Works of Thomas Campion Complete Songs, Masques, and Treatises with a Selection of the Latin Verse: Edited with an introduction and notes by Walter R. Davis |
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[And would you see my Mistris face?]
And would you see my Mistris face?
it is a flowrie garden place,
Where knots of beauties have such grace
that all is worke and nowhere space.
it is a flowrie garden place,
Where knots of beauties have such grace
that all is worke and nowhere space.
It is a sweete delicious morne,
where day is breeding, never borne,
It is a Meadow yet unshorne,
whome thousand flowers do adorne.
where day is breeding, never borne,
It is a Meadow yet unshorne,
whome thousand flowers do adorne.
It is the heavens bright reflexe,
weake eies to dazle and to vexe,
It is th'Idaea of her sexe,
envie of whome doth world perplexe.
weake eies to dazle and to vexe,
It is th'Idaea of her sexe,
envie of whome doth world perplexe.
It is a face of death that smiles,
pleasing, though it killes the whiles,
Where death and love in pretie wiles
each other mutuallie beguiles.
pleasing, though it killes the whiles,
Where death and love in pretie wiles
each other mutuallie beguiles.
It is faire beauties freshest youth,
it is the fain'd Eliziums truth:
The spring that winter'd harts renu'th;
and this is that my soule pursu'th.
it is the fain'd Eliziums truth:
The spring that winter'd harts renu'th;
and this is that my soule pursu'th.
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