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Come away, come sweet Loue, The golden morning wasts: While the Sunne from his Sphere His fierie arrowes casts,  Making all the shadowes flie, Playing, staying in the Groaue: To entertaine the stealth of loue. Thither sweet Loue let vs hiehurry Flying, dying in desire:  Wing’d with sweet hopes and heauenly fire. 

Come away, come sweet Loue, Doo not in vaine adiorne +Should be ‘adorne’ to rhyme with ‘morne’. Beauties grace that should rise Like to the naked morne.  Lillies on the Riuers side, And faire  Cyprian +Cyprus, which is sacred to Venus, see  glossary   flowers new blowne, Desire no beauties but their owne. Ornament is Nurse of pride, Pleasure, measure, Loues delight:  Hast then sweet Loue our wished flight. 

FINIS.

¶ Another of his Cinthia. +For the music for this lyric, see Musical Settings . Other copies are in: ARUND: Harrington, Temp. Eliz., c. 1550-92, fols. 146v, 147 (crossed out on f. 146v, full text on f. 147); L: Add. 28635, fol. 88. Later reprinted in Fulke Greville, later, Caelia (1633), sigs. 2E3-3v; Author: Rollins assigns this poem to Fulke Greville as was reprinted in Caelica in The Learned and Elegant Workes of the Right Honorable Fulke Lord Brooke, Written in his Youth (1633), sigs. Ee3-3v. Structure (May/Ringler): 30: 5×6 aa8

A Way with these selfe-louing-Lads, Whom  Cupids  arrowe neuer gladsmakes happy . Away poore soules that sigh and weepe, In loue of them that lie and sleepe,  For  Cupid  is a Meadow God: And forceth none to kisse the rod. 

God Cupids shaft like destenie, Dooth eyther good or ill decree. Desert is borne out of his bowe,