XI.
[And is it night, are they thine eyes that shine]
1
And is it night, are they thine eyes that shine,
Are we alone and here and here alone
May I come neere may I but touch, but touch thy shrine
Is Ielousie a sleepe, and is he gone,
O Gods no more, silence my lippes with thine,
Lippes kisses Ioyes happe blessings most diuine.
2
O come my deare our griefes are turnde to night,
And night to ioyes, night blinds pale enuies eyes,
Silence and sleepe prepare vs our delight,
O cease we then our woes, our griefes our cries,
O vanish words, words doe but passions moue,
O deerest life, ioyes sweet, O sweetest loue.
