<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529251" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Follow Your Saint</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1 Follow your saint, follow with accents sweet;<br>2 Haste you, sad notes, fall at her flying feet.<br>3 There, wrapp'd in cloud of sorrow, pity move,<br>4 And tell the ravisher of my soul I perish for her love:<br>5 But if she scorns my never-ceasing pain,<br>6 Then burst with sighing in her sight and ne'er return again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">7 All that I sung still to her praise did tend,<br>8 Still she was first; still she my songs did end;<br>9 Yet she my love and music both doth fly,<br>10 The music that her echo is and beauty's sympathy.<br>11 Then let my notes pursue her scornful flight:<br>12 It shall suffice that they were breath'd and died for her delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Campion">Thomas Campion</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529251" data-title="Follow Your Saint de Thomas Campion" data-description="1 Follow your saint, follow with accents sweet; 2 Haste you, sad notes, fall at her flying feet. 3 There, wrapp'd in cloud of sorrow, pity move, 4 And tell the ravisher of my soul I perish for her love: 5 But if she scorns my never-ceasing pain, 6..."></div> </div> </div>

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