A Book of old English love songs . <e<ia<«,i)H epY»«o^ ^w. Y sweetest Lesbia, let us live andlove:And though the sager sort our deedsreprove, Let us not way them: heavens greatlamps do dive Into their west, and straight again re-vive; But soon as once set is our little light, Then must we sleep one ever-duringnight. If all would lead their lives in love like me,Then bloody swords and armour should not be;No drum nor trumpet peaceful sleeps should move, [i55] m $0y stoeetetft 3Lesbia, let u$ litie and lobe Unless alarme came from the camp of love:But fools do live, and waste their l

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A Book of old English love songs . <e<ia<«,i)H epY»«o^ ^w. Y sweetest Lesbia, let us live andlove:And though the sager sort our deedsreprove, Let us not way them: heavens greatlamps do dive Into their west, and straight again re-vive; But soon as once set is our little light, Then must we sleep one ever-duringnight. If all would lead their lives in love like me,Then bloody swords and armour should not be;No drum nor trumpet peaceful sleeps should move, [i55] m $0y stoeetetft 3Lesbia, let u$ litie and lobe Unless alarme came from the camp of love:But fools do live, and waste their little light,And seek with pain their ever-during night. When timely death my life and fortune ends,Let not my hearse be vext with mourning friends;But let all lovers, rich in triumph, comeAnd with sweet pastimes grace my happy tomb:And, Lesbia, close up thou my little light,And crown with love my ever-during night. — Robert Campion.

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