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Better place no wit can finde, Cupids yoake to loose or binde, (15) These sweet flowers on fine bed too, +Vs in their best language woo, Take me to thee, and thee to me: No, no, no, no, my Deere, let be.
This small light the Moone bestowes, (20) Serues thy beames but to enclose, So to raise my hap more hie, Feare not else, none can vs spie. Take me to thee, and thee to me: No, no, no, no, my Deare, let be.
(25) That you heard was but a Mouse, Dumbe sleepe holdeth all the house, Yet a-sleepe me thinks they say, Young folkes, take time while you may. +Take me to thee, and thee to me: (30) No, no, no, no, my Deare, let be.
Niggard Time threats, if we misse This large offer of our blisse Long stay, ere he grant the same, (Sweet then) while each thing doth frame, (35) Take me to thee, and thee to me: No, no, no, no, my Deere, let be.
Your faire Mother is a bed, Candles out, and Curtaines spred, She thinks you doe Letters write, (40) Write, but let me first indite.