VI. Come my Celia
Come my Celia
Come my Celia, let vs proue, while wee may the sweets of
loue, Time wil not be ours for euer, he at length our good wil seuer, Spend not then his gifts in
vaine, Sunnes that set may rise again, But if we once loose this light, tis with vs perpetuall
night, Why should wee deferre our ioyes, fame and rumour are but toyes? Cannot
we delude the eyes of a few poore houshold spyes, Or his easier eares beguile, Thus remoued by our
wile T'is no sinne loues fruits to steale, But the sweet theft to reueale, To be taken, to be seene,
These haue crimes accounted been to be taken, to be seene, These haue crimes accounted beene.
