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Fourth Sonnet.
[Onely Joy, now here you are]
[1]
Onely Joy, now here you are,Fit to heare and ease my care;
Let my whispering voyce obtaine
Sweete rewards for sharpest paine:
Take me to thee, and thee to mee:
No no no no, my Deare let bee.
289
2
Night hath closde all in her cloke,Twinckling starres love thoughts provoke,
Danger hence good care doth keepe,
Jealozie himselfe doth sleepe:
Take mee to thee, and thee to mee:
No no no no, my Deare let bee.
3
Better place no wit can findeCupids knot to loose or binde,
These sweete flowers, our fine bed too,
Us in their best language wooe:
Take me to thee, and thee to mee:
No no no no, my Deare let be.
4
This smal light the Moone bestoes,Serves thy beames for to disclose,
So to raise my heart more hie;
Feare not, els none can us spie:
Take me to thee and thee to mee.
No no no no, my Deare let bee.
5
That you heard was but a mouse,Dumbe Sleepe holdeth all the house,
Yet a sleepe (me thinkes) they say,
Yong fooles, take time while you may:
Take me to thee, and thee to mee.
No no no no, my Deare let bee.
6
Niggard time threates if we misseThis large offer of our blisse,
Long stay ere she graunt the same:
Sweet then, while ech thing doth frame
Take me to thee and thee to mee.
No no no no, my Deare let bee.
7
Your faire Mother is a bed,Candles out, and curtaines spred;
She thinkes you doo letters write:
Write, but first let me endite.
Take mee to thee, and thee to mee:
No no no no, my Deare let be.
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8
Sweete, alas why strive you thus?Concord better fitteth us;
Leave to Mars the force of hands,
Your power in your beautie stands.
Take me to thee, and thee to mee.
No no no no, my Deare let bee.
9
Woe to mee, and doo you sweareMe to hate but I forbeare?
Curst be my destnies all,
That brought mee so high to fall:
Soone with my death Ile please thee.
No no no no, my Deare let bee.
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