THE MEASURE OF BEAUTY. From Thomas Campion's Two Books of Airs (circ. 1613). GIVE Beauty all her right, She's not to one form tied; Each shape yields fair delight, Some the quick eye commends, Through sacred sweetness bred: Free beauty is not bound To one unmoved clime; And favours every time. Let the old loves with mine compare, THE SHADOW. From Campion and Rosseter's Book of Airs, 1601. 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; And she in heaven is placed, Yet follow her whose light the world reviveth! Follow those pure beams whose beauty burneth, As thou still black must be, Till her kind beams thy black to brightness turneth. Follow her! while yet her glory shineth: And this the black unhappy shade divineth. Follow still! since so thy fates ordained; The sun must have his shade, Till both at once do fade; The sun still proved, the shadow still disdained. WHEN THOU MUST HOME. From Campion and Rosseter's Book of Airs, 1601. 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, To hear the stories of thy finished love From that smooth tongue whose music hell can move; Then wilt thou speak of banqueting delights, Of masques and revels which sweet youth did make, Then tell, O tell, how thou didst murder me. DAY AND NIGHT. From Campion's Two Books of Airs, 1613. COME, cheerful day, part of my life to me. But, O ye nights, ordained for barren rest, THE MAN OF LIFE UPRIGHT. From Campion and Rosseter's Book of Airs, 1601. HE man of life upright, THE Whose guiltless heart is free From all dishonest deeds, The man whose silent days That man needs neither towers Nor armour for defence, Nor secret vaults to fly From thunder's violence: He only can behold With unaffrighted eyes The horrors of the deep And terrors of the skies. Thus scorning all the cares Good thoughts his only friends, And quiet pilgrimage. A HYMN IN PRAISE OF NEPTUNE. From Gesta Graiorum: Gray's Inn Masque, 1594. F Neptune's empire let us sing, OF At whose command the waves obey; To whom the rivers tribute pay, And every sea-god pays a gem The Tritons dancing in a ring, The sea-nymphs chant their accents shrill, And the sirens, taught to kill With their sweet voice, Make every echoing rock reply, Unto their gentle murmuring noise, The praise of Neptune's empery. WINTER NIGHTS. From Campion's Third Book of Airs, about 1617. NOW winter nights enlarge The number of their hours; And clouds their storms discharge Let now the chimneys blaze Shall wait on honey love While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights. This time doth well dispense With lovers' long discourse; Much speech hath some defence, All do not all things well: Some knotted riddles tell, The summer hath his joys, And winter his delights; Though love and all his pleasures are but toys, THE CHARM. From Campion's Third Book of Airs. THRICE toss these oaken ashes in the air, Thrice sit thou mute in this enchanted chair, Then thrice-three times tie up this true love's knot, |