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Shall I come, sweet Love, to thee,
When the ev'ning beams are set?
The Third and Fourth Bookes of Ayres (1617)
Plead, Sleep, my cause, and make her soft like thee,
That she in peace may wake and pity me.
The Third and Fourth Bookes of Ayres (1617)
Kind are her answers,
But her performance keeps no day;
Breaks time, as dancers
From their own Music when they stray.
The Third and Fourth Bookes of Ayres (1617)
Those cherries fairly do enclose
Of orient pearl a double row,
Which when her lovely laughter shows,
They look like rose-buds fill'd with snow.
The Third and Fourth Bookes of Ayres (1617)
There is a garden in her face
Where roses and white lilies blow;
A heavenly paradise is that place,
Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow;
There cherries grow that none may buy,
Till "Cherry-ripe" themselves do cry.
The Third and Fourth Bookes of Ayres (1617)
Sleep, angry beauty, sleep, and fear not me.
For who a sleeping lion dares provoke?
The Third and Fourth Bookes of Ayres (1617)
Lost is our freedom,
When we submit to women so:
Why do we need them,
When in their best they work our woe?
The Third and Fourth Bookes of Ayres (1617)