Love
Leave prolonging thy distress!
From The Fourth Book of Airs (c. 1617)
Love
Leave prolonging thy distress!
All delays afflict the dying.
Many lost sighs long I spent, to her for mercy crying;
But now, vain mourning, cease!
I'll die, and mine own griefs release.
Thus departing from this light
To those shades that end in sorrow,
Yet a small time of complaint a little breath I'll borrow,
To tell my once delight
I die alone through her despite.
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The Fourth Book of Airs (c. 1617)
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Campion, Thomas. “Leave prolonging thy distress!” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/campion/98/.
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Campion, Thomas. “Leave prolonging thy distress!” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/campion/98/.
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