by Thomas Campion (1567 - 1620)

Kinde are her answeres
Language: English 
Kinde are her answeres,
But her performence keeps no day,
Breaks time as dancers
From their own Musicke when they stray:
All her free favours & smooth words,
Wing my hopes in vain.
O did ever voice so sweet but only fain?
Can true loveyeeld such delay,
Converting joy to pain?
Lost is our freedome,
When we submit to women so:
Why doe we neede them,
When in their best they worke out woe?
there is no wisedome
Can altar ends by Fate prefixt;
O why is the good of man with evil mixt?
Never were days yet cal'd two,
But one night went betwixt.


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Researcher for this text: Linda Godry

This text was added to the website: 2006-05-18
Line count: 18
Word count: 105