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Thomas Campion

The Third Booke of Ayres


VII. Kinde are her answeres

       1  Kinde are her answeres,
           But her performance keeps no day ,
       Breaks time, as dancers
           From their own Musicke when they stray :
           All her free fauors and smooth words
       Wing my hopes in vaine.
       O did euer voice so sweet but only fain  ?
           Can true loue yeeld such delay,
           Conuerting ioy to pain? 

       2  Lost is our freedome,
           When we submit to women so :
       Why doe wee neede them,
           When in their best they worke our woe ?
           There is no wisedome
       Can alter ends by Fate prefixt ;
       O why is the good of man with euill mixt ?
            Neuer were days yet ca[l]'d two,
            But one night went betwixt.



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