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Mortalls, 'Tis out: My glasse is runne,
And with it, the day is done.
Darke shadows haue expell'd the light,
And my glasse is turn'd for night.
The Queene of darkenesse bids me say,
Mirth is fitter for the day.
Vpon the day, such ioyes attend;
With the day such ioyes must end.
Thinke not, Darknesse goes about,
Like death, to puffe your pleasures out.
No, no, sheele lend you new delights;
She hath pleasures for the nights.
When as her shadows shall benight yee,
She hath what shall still delight ye.
Aged Time shall make it knowne,
She hath dainties of her owne.
Tis very late; Away, away,
Let day sports expire with Day.
For this time, we adiourne your feast;
The Bridegroome faine would be at rest.
And if night pastimes shall displease yee,
Day will quickly come, and ease yee.
And with it, the day is done.
Darke shadows haue expell'd the light,
And my glasse is turn'd for night.
The Queene of darkenesse bids me say,
Mirth is fitter for the day.
Vpon the day, such ioyes attend;
With the day such ioyes must end.
Thinke not, Darknesse goes about,
Like death, to puffe your pleasures out.
No, no, sheele lend you new delights;
She hath pleasures for the nights.
When as her shadows shall benight yee,
She hath what shall still delight ye.
Aged Time shall make it knowne,
She hath dainties of her owne.
Tis very late; Away, away,
Let day sports expire with Day.
For this time, we adiourne your feast;
The Bridegroome faine would be at rest.
And if night pastimes shall displease yee,
Day will quickly come, and ease yee.
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