Thomas Campion (1567–1620)

TURN back, you wanton flyer,

And answer my desire

With mutual greeting.

Yet bend a little nearer,—

True beauty still shines clearer

In closer meeting.

Hearts with hearts delighted

Should strive to be united,

Each other’s arms with arms enchaining:

Hearts with a thought,

Rosy lips with a kiss still entertaining.

What harvest half so sweet is

As still to reap the kisses

Grown ripe in sowing?

And straight to be receiver

Of that which thou art giver,

Rich in bestowing?

There’s no strict observing

Of times’ or seasons’ swerving,

There is ever one fresh spring abiding;

Then what we sow

With our lips let’s reap, love’s gains dividing.