I care not for these ladies that must be wooed and prayed; <br />Give me kind Amaryllis, the wanton country maid. <br />Nature Art disdaineth; her beauty is her own. <br />Her when we court and kiss, she cries: forsooth, let go! <br />But when we come where comfort is, she never will say no. <br /> <br />If I love Amaryllis, she gives me fruit and flowers; <br />But if we love these ladies, we must give golden showers. <br />Give them gold that sell love, give me the nut-brown lass, <br />Who when we court and kiss, she cries: forsooth, let go! <br />But when we come where comfort is, she never will say no. <br /> <br />These ladies must have pillows and beds by strangers wrought. <br />Give me a bower of willows, of moss and leaves unbought, <br />And fresh Amaryllis with milk and honey fed, <br />Who when we court and kiss, she cries: forsooth, let go! <br />But when we come where comfort is, she never will say no.<br /><br />Thomas Campion<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/amaryllis-2/
