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Thomas Campion

The second Booke of Ayres



                  1 O deare that I with thee might liue,
                      From humane trace remoued :
                  Where iealous care might neither grieue,
                      Yet each dote on their loued.
While fond feare may colour finde Loue's seldome pleased :
But much like a sicke mans rest it's soone diseased.

                  2 Why should our mindes not mingle so,
                      When loue and faith is plghted :
                  That eyther might the others know,
                      Alike in all delighted ?
Why should frailtie breed suspect when hearts are fixed ?
Must all humane ioyes of force with griefe be mixed ?

                  3 How oft haue wee eu'n smilde in teares
                      Our fond mistrust repenting ?
                  As snow when heau'nly fire appeares,
                      So melts loues hate relenting.
Vexed kindnesse soone fals off, and soone returneth :
Such a flame the more you quench the more it burneth.


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