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The Good-morrow,

Under Ornande's Window.

I

Fairest , Sweet'st, good morrow from
Thy Servant Voice, Lute joyn'd present;
Day's glorious, Lord (the Morn's Bridegroom)
Hath gilded long the Firmament;
Bountiful for warming Rays,
To th' World bright influential Showr,
Though I seem frozen here this hour,
Till thou my lovelier Sun dost blaze.

II

Songsters chant the Spring each-where,
Joy'd Earth and Heav'n their Smiles combine;
Grand Nature's Cheek does pleas'd appear,
Then do not Thou displeased shine:
Lovers may have their bad Days
Good joyn'd withal, last Night my Sun
Did set through lowring Clouds, Night done,
O let her rise with clearer Grace.

III

May that slumbring Dew did steep
Her heavenly Eyes, transferr'd to th' Heart,
Have softned that whilst she did sleep;
Could Pillows down same change impart,
Mollifie, kind Thoughts recall!
Break sweetly'st forth, my Sun, disclose
Thy Casement's East whence morning shows,
This Act of Love regard withall.

IV

If conceal'd in Bed, my Fair,
O might this Song lull gentler yet
Her charmed Brain! Morn-slumbers rare!
Deferr'd till Noon thy blazing sweet;
When Visit shall be (last) design'd,
For lightsome Warmth; shew Beamy clear,
That I may vaunt my choicest Dear
Wak'd mild, although she slept unkind.