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To his Loue.
Come away, come sweet Loue,
The golden morning breakes:
All the earth, all the ayre,
Of loue and pleasure speakes.
Teach thine armes then to embrace,
And sweet Rosie lips to kisse:
And make our soules in mutuall blisse.
Eyes were made for beauties grace,
Viewing [illeg.]ing Loues long paine:
Procur'd by beauties rude disdaine.
The golden morning breakes:
All the earth, all the ayre,
Of loue and pleasure speakes.
Teach thine armes then to embrace,
And sweet Rosie lips to kisse:
And make our soules in mutuall blisse.
Eyes were made for beauties grace,
Viewing [illeg.]ing Loues long paine:
Procur'd by beauties rude disdaine.
Come away, come sweet Loue,
The golden morning wasts:
While the Sunne from his Sphere
His fierie arrowes casts,
Making all the shadowes flie,
Playing, staying in the Groaue:
To entertaine the stealth of loue
Thither sweet Loue let vs hie
Flying, dying in desire:
Wing'd with sweet hopes and heauenly fire.
The golden morning wasts:
While the Sunne from his Sphere
His fierie arrowes casts,
Making all the shadowes flie,
Playing, staying in the Groaue:
To entertaine the stealth of loue
Thither sweet Loue let vs hie
Flying, dying in desire:
Wing'd with sweet hopes and heauenly fire.
Come away, come sweet Loue,
Doo not in vaine adiorne
Beauties grace that should rise
Like to the naked morne.
Lillies on the Riuers side,
And faire Cyprian flowers new blowne,
Desire no beauties but their owne.
Ornament is N[illeg.] pride
Pleasure, mea[illeg.], Loues delight:
Hast then sweet Loue our wished slight.
Doo not in vaine adiorne
Beauties grace that should rise
Like to the naked morne.
Lillies on the Riuers side,
And faire Cyprian flowers new blowne,
Desire no beauties but their owne.
Ornament is N[illeg.] pride
Pleasure, mea[illeg.], Loues delight:
Hast then sweet Loue our wished slight.
FINIS.
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