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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
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FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 17, by THOMAS CAMPION Poet's Biography
First Line: I must complain, yet do enjoy my love
Last Line: She hath more beauty than becomes the chaste.
Subject(s): Love – Complaints
First Line: I must complain, yet do enjoy my love
Last Line: She hath more beauty than becomes the chaste.
Subject(s): Love – Complaints
I MUST complain, yet do enjoy my love;
She is too fair, too rich in lovely parts:
Thence is my grief, for Nature, while she strove
With all her graces and divinest arts
To form her too too beautiful of hue,
She had no leisure left to make her true.
Should I, aggrieved, then wish she were less fair?
That were repugnant to mine own desires.
She is admired, new lovers still repair,
That kindles daily love's forgetful fires.
Rest, jealous thoughts, and thus resolve at last,—
She hath more beauty than becomes the chaste.
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