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Come away, come sweet love (1597)

Come away, come sweet love

Come away, come sweet love,
The golden morning breaks;
All the earth, all the air
Of love and pleasure speaks.
Teach thine arms then to embrace,
And sweet rosy lips to kiss,
And mix our souls in mutual bliss.
Eyes were made for beauty’s grace,
Viewing, rueing love’s long pains,
Procured by beauty’s rude disdain.
Come away, come sweet love,
The golden morning wastes,
While the sun from his sphere
His fiery arrows casts,
Making all the shadows fly,
Playing, staying in the grove
To entertain the stealth of love.
Thither, sweet love, let us hie,
Flying, dying in desire,
Winged with sweet hopes and heavenly fire.
Come away, come sweet love,
Do not in vain adorn
Beauty’s grace, that should rise
Like to the naked morn.
Lilies on the river’s side,
And fair Cyprian flowers new-blown,
Desire no beauties but their own;
Ornament is nurse of pride,
Pleasure, measure love’s delight.
Haste then, sweet love, our wished flight.

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