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The Sheepheard to his chosen Nimph
Onely ioy, now heere you are,
Fit to heare and ease my care:
Let my whispring voyce obtaine,
Sweet reward for sharpest paine.
Take me to thee, and thee to me,
No, no, no, no, my Deere, let be.
Fit to heare and ease my care:
Let my whispring voyce obtaine,
Sweet reward for sharpest paine.
Take me to thee, and thee to me,
No, no, no, no, my Deere, let be.
Night hath clos'd all in her cloke,
Twinkling starres Loue-thoughts prouoke,
Daunger hence good care dooth keepe
Iealousie it selfe dooth sleepe.
Take me to thee, and thee to me:
No, no, no, no, my Deere, let be.
Twinkling starres Loue-thoughts prouoke,
Daunger hence good care dooth keepe
Iealousie it selfe dooth sleepe.
Take me to thee, and thee to me:
No, no, no, no, my Deere, let be.
Better place no wit can finde,
Cupids yoake to loose or binde,
These sweet flowers on fine bed too,
Vs in their best language woo,
Take me to thee, and thee to me:
No, no, no, no, my Deere, let be.
Cupids yoake to loose or binde,
These sweet flowers on fine bed too,
Vs in their best language woo,
Take me to thee, and thee to me:
No, no, no, no, my Deere, let be.
This small light the Moone bestowes,
Serues thy beames but to enclose,
So to raise my hap more hie,
Feare not else, none can vs spie.
Take me to thee, and thee to me:
No, no, no, no, my Deare, let be.
Serues thy beames but to enclose,
So to raise my hap more hie,
Feare not else, none can vs spie.
Take me to thee, and thee to me:
No, no, no, no, my Deare, let be.
That you heard was but a Mouse,
Dumbe sleepe holdeth all the house,
Yet a-sleepe me thinks they say,
Young folkes, take time while you may.
Take me to thee, and thee to me:
No, no, no, no, my Deare, let be.
Dumbe sleepe holdeth all the house,
Yet a-sleepe me thinks they say,
Young folkes, take time while you may.
Take me to thee, and thee to me:
No, no, no, no, my Deare, let be.
Niggard Time threats if we misse
This large offer of our blisse,
Long stay, ere he graunt the same,
(Sweet then) while each thing dooth frame,
Take me to thee, and thee to me:
No, no, no, no, my Deere, let be.
This large offer of our blisse,
Long stay, ere he graunt the same,
(Sweet then) while each thing dooth frame,
Take me to thee, and thee to me:
No, no, no, no, my Deere, let be.
Your faire Mother is a bed,
Candles out, and Curtaines spred,
She thinks you doo Letters write,
Write, but let me first indite.
Take me to thee, and thee to me,
No, no, no, no, my Deere, let be.
Candles out, and Curtaines spred,
She thinks you doo Letters write,
Write, but let me first indite.
Take me to thee, and thee to me,
No, no, no, no, my Deere, let be.
Sweete (alas) why saine you thus?
Concord better fitteth vs.
Leaue to Mars the force of hands,
Your power in your beauty stands.
Take me to thee, and thee to me:
No, no, no, no, my Deare, let be.
Concord better fitteth vs.
Leaue to Mars the force of hands,
Your power in your beauty stands.
Take me to thee, and thee to me:
No, no, no, no, my Deare, let be.
Woe to me, and you doo sweare
Me to hate, but I forbeare,
Cursed be my destenies all,
That brought me to so high a fall.
Soone with my death I will please thee:
No, no, no, no, my Deare, let be.
Me to hate, but I forbeare,
Cursed be my destenies all,
That brought me to so high a fall.
Soone with my death I will please thee:
No, no, no, no, my Deare, let be.
FINIS.
S. Phil. Sidney.
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