Thomas Campion

With his over 100 lute songs Thomas Campion can be regarded as one of the leading exponents of the form.  There is no evidence that he played the lute himself, but his closest friend was the fine lutenist Philip Rosseter.  The family held claims to nobility and were comfortably off with connections to the Inns of Court . . . Thomas was baptized in the nearby church of St Andrew’s, Holborn, in Feb. 1567.  His father died in 1579 and two years later Thomas was enrolled at Peterhouse, Cambridge, age 14, where he must have been the junior member of Gabriel Harvey’s Areopagus “academie” to which Spenser and Sidney belonged.  In such company Campion was soon drawn to literary endeavours.  In 1586 he settled at Grey’s Inn which placed him in touch with future personages in government and at court, and his poetry began appearing alongside such luminaries as Philip Sidney.

His first lute songs appeared in Rosseter ‘A book of ayres’ (1601) and in 1607 he became increasingly involved in the Court masques.  When Prince Henry died in 1611 the primary musical tribute was ‘Songs of Mourning bewailing the Untimely Death of Prince Henry: worded by Thomas Campion . . . ‘ (1612).  His 4 ‘Bookes of Ayres . . . ‘ were printed between 1613 and 1617 and dedicated to Sir Thomas Monson his patron and co-defendant in a murder case, thankfully both were exonerated!  He died in 1620 and buried at St Dunstan-in-the-West, Fleet Street.  Never married he left a small inheritance to Rosseter.

I care not for these ladies

Written when Campion was a relatively young man this song is one of the 21 by Campion that Rosseter included in his ‘A Book of Ayres’ (1601)… . . . the year before his injunction about rhyme!

Thomas Campion "I care not for these"

by Concentus Musicus MN, Arthur Maud, dir. | Chamber Consort 'Food of Love' 1982, Joseph Tambornino - countertenor, Rockford Mjos - lute

I care not for these laidies

that must be woo’d and pray’d,

Give me kind Amarillis

the wanton country maid,

Nature art disdaineth,

her beaut1e 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 Amarillis’

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 Nutbrowne lasse,

Her when we court and kiss . . .

 

These ladies must have pillows,

and beds by strangers wrought,

Give me a bower of willowes,

of mosse and leaves unbought,

And fresh Amarillis

with milk and honey fed,

Who when we court and kiss . . .

Now hath Flora robb’d

 

Thomas Campion "Now hath Flora robb'd"

by Concentus Musicus MN, Arthur Maud, dir. | 'All in a Garden Green' 1990/4

 

 

 

 

Oft have I sigh’d

This dolorous love lament is from Campion’s ‘Third Book of Lute-songs’.  In his ‘Observations in the Art of English Poesie’ (1602) he disparages rhyme in poetry.  He seems to have revised his opinion by 1617.

Thomas Campion "Oft Have I sigh'd"

by Concentus Musicus MN, Arthur Maud, dir. | Chamber Consort 'Food of Love' 1982, Mary Earl - soprano, Rockford Mjos - lute

Oft have I sigh’d for him that hears me not:

Who absent hath both love and mee forgot,

O yet I languish still through his delay

As years, when wisht-friends break their day.

 

 

Had he but lov’d as common lovers used

His faithless stay some kindness would excuse

Oh yet I languish still, still constant mourn

For him that can break vowes, but not return.