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SUN, BEGONE.
Wherefore peepst thou, envyous Day?
Wee can kisse without thee;
Louers hate that golden raye
Which thou bearst about thee.
Wee can kisse without thee;
Louers hate that golden raye
Which thou bearst about thee.
Goe and give them light that sorrowe,
Or the saylor flyinge:
Our imbraces need noe morrowe,
Nor our kisses eyinge.
Or the saylor flyinge:
Our imbraces need noe morrowe,
Nor our kisses eyinge.
We shall curse thy envyous eye
For thy soone betrayinge;
Or condemne thee for a spye,
If thou findst vs playinge.
For thy soone betrayinge;
Or condemne thee for a spye,
If thou findst vs playinge.
Gett thee gone, and lend thy flashes
Where there's need of lendinge:
Our affections are not ashes,
Nor our pleasures endinge.
Where there's need of lendinge:
Our affections are not ashes,
Nor our pleasures endinge.
Were we cold or wyther'd heere,
We would stay thee by vs;
Or but one another's sphære,
Then thou shouldst not flye vs.
We would stay thee by vs;
Or but one another's sphære,
Then thou shouldst not flye vs.
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We are younge, thou spoilst our pleasure;
Goe to sea and slumber;
Darknes only lends vs leasure
Our stolne joyes to number.
Goe to sea and slumber;
Darknes only lends vs leasure
Our stolne joyes to number.
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