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Amaryllis
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!
But when we come where comfort is,
she never will say no.
If I love Amaryllis,
she gives me fruit and flowers;
But if we love these ladies,
we must give golden showers.
Give them gold that sell love,
give me the nut-brown lass,
Who when we court and kiss,
she cries: forsooth, let go!
But when we come where comfort is,
she never will say no.
These ladies must have pillows
and beds by strangers wrought.
Give me a bower of willows,
of moss and leaves unbought,
And fresh Amaryllis
with milk and honey fed,
Who when we court and kiss,
she cries: forsooth, let go!
But when we come where comfort is,
she never will say no.
Thomas Campion
(1567 - 1620) English Poet
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