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17. Your faire lookes enflame.

       Your faire lookes enflame my desire,
           Quench it againe with loue,
       Stay, O striue not still to retire,
           Doe not in humane proue,
       If loue may perswade
           Loues pleasures deere denie not,
       Heere is a silent grouie shade
           O tarrie then and flie not.

       Haue I seaz'd my heauenly delight
           In this vnhaunted groue ?
       Time shall now her furie requite
           With the reuenge of loue,
       Then come, sweetest come
           My lips with kisses gracing,
       Here let vs harbour all alone,
           Die die in sweete embracing.

       Will you now so timely depart
           And not returne againe,
       Your sight lends such life to my hart,
           That to depart is paine.
       Feare yeelds no delay,
           Securenes helpeth pleasure,
       Then till the time giues safer stay,
           O farewell my liues treasure.

Words and music by Thomas Campion


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