Thomas Campion

Follow your saint, follow with accents sweet;
Haste you, sad notes, fall at her flying feet.
There, wrapp'd in cloud of sorrow, pity move,
And tell the ravisher of my soul I perish for her love:…

Never love unless you can
Bear with all the faults of man:
Men sometimes will jealous be
Though but little cause they see;…

NEVER weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore,
Never tired pilgrim's limbs affected slumber more,
Than my wearied sprite now longs to fly out of my troubled breast:
O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and take my soul to rest!Ever blooming are the joys of heaven's high Paradise,…

Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow;
Though thou be black as night,
And she made all of light,
Yet follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow.Follow her, whose light thy light depriveth;…

When to her lute Corinna sings,
Her voice revives the leaden strings,
And doth in highest notes appear,
As any challenged echo clear;…

View me, Lord, a work of thine!
Shall I then lie downed in night?
Might thy grace in me but shine,
I should seem made all of light.Cleanse me, Lord, that I may kneel…

Когда твой срок придет в жилище теней,
И к ним сойдя, ты гостьей вступишь в круг
Твоим словам внимающих видений -
Елены царственной, Иопы и подруг,-…

THE man of life upright,
Whose guiltless heart is free
From all dishonest deeds,
Or thought of vanity;The man whose silent days…

WHEN thou must home to shades of underground,
And there arrived, a new admired guest,
The beauteous spirits do engirt thee round,
White Iope, blithe Helen, and the rest,…

My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love,
And though the sager sort our deeds reprove,
Let us not weigh them. Heaven's great lamps do dive
Into their west, and straight again revive,…

TO music bent is my retired mind
And fain would I some song of pleasure sing,
But in vain joys no comfort now I find;
From heavenly thoughts all true delight doth spring:…

Нежная ликом Лаура,
Услади нас немым напевом
Красоты твоей — бессловесной
Музыки дивной!Ласковых этих линий…

Fire that must flame is with apt fuel fed,
Flowers that will thrive in sunny soil are bred:
How can a heart feel heat that no hope finds?
Or can he love on whom no comfort shines?Fair, I confess there’s pleasure in your sight;…

Kind are her answers,
But her performance keeps no day;
Breaks time, as dancers
From their own music when they stray.…

Как тень за солнцем, за прекрасной следуй;
Пускай ты тьмой одет,
Она же — чистый свет,
Как тень за солнцем, за прекрасной следуй!Следуй за той, что в скорбь тебя ввергает;…

Fain would I wed a fair young man that night and day could please me,
When my mind or body grieved, that had the power to ease me.
Maids are full of longing thoughts that breed a bloodless sickness,
And that, oft I hear men say, is only cured by quickness.…

NOW winter nights enlarge
The number of their hours,
And clouds their storms discharge
Upon the airy towers.…

Come, O come, my life’s delight,
Let me not in languor pine!
Love loves no delay; thy sight,
The more enjoyed, the more divine:…

Give Beauty all her right,
She's not to one form tied;
Each shape yields fair delight,
Where her perfections bide:…

SHALL 1 I come, sweet Love, to thee
  When the evening beams are set?
Shall I not excluded be?
  Will you find no feignèd let?…

I care not for these ladies that must be wooed and prayed;
Give me kind Amaryllis, the wanton country maid.
Nature Art disdaineth; her beauty is her own.
Her when we court and kiss, she cries: forsooth, let go!…