I care not for these ladies
That must be wooed and prayed;
Give me kind Amaryllis,
The wanton country maid.
Nature art disdaineth;
Her beauty is her own.
Her when we court and kiss,
She cries: forsooth, let go!
But when we come where comfort is,
She never will say no.
If I love Amaryllis,
She gives me fruit and flowers;
But if we love these ladies,
We must give golden showers.
Give them gold that sell love,
Give me the nut-brown lass,
Who when we court and kiss
She cries: forsooth, let go!
But when we come where comfort is,
She never will say no.
These ladies must have pillows
And beds by strangers wrought.
Give me a bower of willows
Of moss and leaves unbought,
And fresh Amaryllis
With milk and honey fed,
Who when we court and kiss,
She cries: forsooth, let go!
But when we come where comfort is,
She never will say no.
Thomas Campion
