Quote#Love
What then is love but mourning?
Quote byThomas Campion · 1567–1620
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: A Book of Ayres (1601), What Then Is Love but Mourning, st. 1.
English (original)
What then is love but mourning? What desire, but a self-burning? Till she that hates doth love return, Thus will I mourn, thus will I sing, "Come away, come away, my darling."
— Thomas Campion
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