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(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 graunt the same, (Sweet then) while each thing dooth 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 doo Letters write, (40) Write, but let me first indite. Take me to thee, and thee to me, No, no, no, no, my Deere, let be.
Sweete (alas) why faine you thus? Concord better fitteth vs. (45) Leaue to Mars the force of hands, Your power in your beauty stands. Take me to thee, and thee to me: No, no, no, no, my Deare, let be.
Woe to me, and you doo sweare (50) Me to hate, but I forbeare, Cursed be my destenies all, That brought me to so high a fall. Soone with my death I will please thee: No, no, no, no, my Deare, let be.

FINIS. S. Phil. Sidney.