“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
Tag: joel frederiksen
For the Yule festivities, I present to you: Sauron singing Greensleeves.
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Time for the yearly reblogging of caroling dark lords!
Once more, with feeling!
Qui Veut Chasser Une Migraine; An Early French Drinking Song
–Joel Frederiksen
“Qui veut chasser une migraine
N’a qu’à boire toujours du bon
Et maintenir la table pleine
De cervelas et de jambon.
L’eau ne fait rien que pourrir le poumon,
Goûte, goûte, goûte, goûte compagnon!
Vide-nous ce verre et nous le remplirons.”
“Whoever want to chase a headache
Has only to drink well
And keep the table laden
with sausages and ham;
Water does nothing but rot the lungs;
Taste, taste, taste, my friend!
Empty this glass and we will refill it.” –x
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