Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore. Thomas Campion
Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.
Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly; to every day we live, a day we die. Thomas Campion
Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly; to every day we live, a day we die.
From heav'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring. Thomas Campion
From heav'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring.
Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow. Thomas Campion
Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow.
