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ELEVENTH SONG.
[Who is it that this darke night]
Who is it that this darke night,
Underneath my window playneth?
It is one who from thy sight,
Being (ah) exild, disdayneth
Every other vulgar light.
Underneath my window playneth?
It is one who from thy sight,
Being (ah) exild, disdayneth
Every other vulgar light.
Why alas, and are you he?
Be not yet those fancies changed?
Deere when you find change in me,
Though from me you be estranged,
Let my chaunge to ruine be.
Be not yet those fancies changed?
Deere when you find change in me,
Though from me you be estranged,
Let my chaunge to ruine be.
Well in absence this will dy,
Leave to see, and leave to wonder:
Absence sure will helpe, if I
Can learne, how my selfe to sunder
From what in my hart doth ly.
Leave to see, and leave to wonder:
Absence sure will helpe, if I
Can learne, how my selfe to sunder
From what in my hart doth ly.
But time will these thoughts remove:
Time doth worke what no man knoweth,
Time doth as the subject prove,
With time still the affection groweth
In the faithfull Turtle dove.
Time doth worke what no man knoweth,
Time doth as the subject prove,
With time still the affection groweth
In the faithfull Turtle dove.
What if you new beauties see,
Will not they stir new affection?
I will thinke thy pictures be,
(Image like of Saints perfection)
Poorely counterfeting thee.
Will not they stir new affection?
I will thinke thy pictures be,
(Image like of Saints perfection)
Poorely counterfeting thee.
But your reasons purest light,
Bids you leave such minds to nourish?
Deere, do reason no such spite,
Never doth thy beauty florish
More, then in my reasons sight.
Bids you leave such minds to nourish?
Deere, do reason no such spite,
Never doth thy beauty florish
More, then in my reasons sight.
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But the wrongs love beares, will make
Love at length leave undertaking;
No the more fooles it do shake,
In a ground of so firme making,
Deeper still they drive the stake.
Love at length leave undertaking;
No the more fooles it do shake,
In a ground of so firme making,
Deeper still they drive the stake.
Peace, I thinke that some give eare:
Come no more, least I get anger.
Blisse, I will my blisse forbeare,
Fearing (sweete) you to endanger,
But my soule shall harbour thee.
Come no more, least I get anger.
Blisse, I will my blisse forbeare,
Fearing (sweete) you to endanger,
But my soule shall harbour thee.
Well, be gone, be gone I say,
Lest that Argus eyes perceive you,
O unjust fortunes sway,
Which can make me thus to leave you,
And from lowts to run away.
Lest that Argus eyes perceive you,
O unjust fortunes sway,
Which can make me thus to leave you,
And from lowts to run away.
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