Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 35, by THOMAS CAMPION



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A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 35, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Shall then a traitorous kiss or a smile
Last Line: All their ways are full of errors, which no true feet can find.
Subject(s): Love


SHALL then a traitorous kiss or a smile
All my delights unhappily beguile?
Shall the vow of feigned love receive so rich regard,
When true service dies neglected, and wants his due reward?

Deeds meritorious soon be forgot,
But one offence no time can ever blot;
Every day it is renewed, and every night it bleeds,
And with bloody streams of sorrow drowns all our better deeds.

Beauty is not by Desert to be won;
Fortune hath all that is beneath the sun.
Fortune is the guide of Love, and both of them be blind:
All their ways are full of errors, which no true feet can find.





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