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Some great stuff from Campion's My Sweetest Lesbia:
If all would lead their lives in love like me,
Then bloody swords and armor should not be;
No drum nor trumpet peaceful sleeps should move,
Unless alarm came from the camp of love.
But fools do live, and waste their little light,
And seek with pain their ever-during night.
When timely death my life and fortune ends,
Let not my hearse be vexed with mourning friends,
But let all lovers, rich in triumph, come
And with sweet pastimes grace my happy tomb;
And Lesbia, close up thou my little light,
And crown with love my ever-during night.
This does for a lot of things what somebody on here said the Velvet Underground do to most music: make other things seem a bit silly, really.
If Quimper was once a mortal, and now is something beyond our understanding, then do you think when he said he was "a little light", that George was referencing this poem? |
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