Sunday, March 29, 2009

O crudelis amor


T. Campion

When thou must home to shades of underground,
And there arrived, a new admired guest,
The beauteous spirits do engirt thee round,
White Iopé, blithe Helen, and the rest,
To hear the stories of thy finish'd love,
From that smooth tongue whose music hell can move;

Then wilt thou speak of banqueting delights,
Of masques and revels whivh sweet youth did make,
Of tourneys and great challenges of Knights,
And all these triumphs for thy beauty's sake:
And when thou hast told of these honours done to thee,
Then tell, O tell, how thou dids't murder me!

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