- Lost is our freedom,
- When we submit to women so:
- Why do we need them,
- When in their best they work our woe.
THOMAS CAMPION, Book of Airs
- Lovely forms do flow
- From conceit divinely framed;
- Heaven is music, and thy beauty's
- Birth is heavenly.
THOMAS CAMPION, Observations in the Art of English Poesie
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