A Book of old English love songs . [?56]. IGHT as well as brightest day hathher delight,Let us then with mirth and musicdeck the did glad day such store Of joy to night bequeath :Her Stars then adore, Both in Heavn, and here beneath. Love and beauty, mirth and music yieldtrue joys,Though the cynics in their folly count them your spirits neer so high, They will be apt to fall:None brave thoughts envy, Who had ere brave thought at all. jNAt as toell s$ brightest trap Joy is the sweet friend of life, the nurse of blood,Patron of all health, and fountain of all good:Never ma
A Book of old English love songs . [?56]. IGHT as well as brightest day hathher delight,Let us then with mirth and musicdeck the did glad day such store Of joy to night bequeath :Her Stars then adore, Both in Heavn, and here beneath. Love and beauty, mirth and music yieldtrue joys,Though the cynics in their folly count them your spirits neer so high, They will be apt to fall:None brave thoughts envy, Who had ere brave thought at all. jNAt as toell s$ brightest trap Joy is the sweet friend of life, the nurse of blood,Patron of all health, and fountain of all good:Never may joy hence depart, But all your thoughts attend;Nought can hurt the heart,That retains so sweet a friend. — Robert Campion.
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