All Quotes by Thomas Campion
“I care not for these ladies,Her beauty is her own.”
“Plead, Sleep, my cause, and make her soft like thee,That she in peace may wake and pity me.”
“Shall I come, sweet Love, to thee,When the ev'ning beams are set?”
“The man whose silent days”
“There is a garden in her faceTill Cherry-Ripe themselves do cry.”