All our pride is but a jest. None are worst and none are best. Grief and hope and joy and fear Play their pageant everywhere.

- Thomas Campion

Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly; To every day we live, a day we die.

- Thomas Campion

My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love, And though the sager sort our deeds reprove, Let us not weigh them. Heaven's great lamps do dive Into their…

- Thomas Campion

From heav'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring.

- Thomas Campion

Thou shalt prove That beauty is no beauty without love.

- Thomas Campion

Never love unless you can bear with all the faults of man!

- Thomas Campion

Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o’erflow with wine... The summer hath his joys, And winter his delights; Though love and all his pleasures are bu…

- Thomas Campion

Secret fates Guide our states Both in mirth and mourning.

- Thomas Campion

Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.

- Thomas Campion