YE learned sisters which haue oftentimes beene to me ayding, others to adorne:
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TEll me ye merchants daughters did ye see So fayre a creature in your towne before,
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BVt if ye saw that which no eyes can see, The inward beauty of her liuely spright,
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OPen the temple gates vnto my loue, Open them wide that she may enter in,
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NOw al is done; bring home the bride againe, bring home the triumph of our victory,
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RIng ye the bels, ye yong men of the towne, And leaue your wonted labors for this day:
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AH when will this long vveary day haue end, and lende me leaue to come vnto my loue?
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Now ceasse ye damsels your delights forepast, Enough is it, that all the day was youres:
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NOw welcome night, thou night so long expected, that long daies labour doest at last defray,
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LEt no lamenting cryes, nor dolefull teares, Be heard all night within nor yet without:
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EArly before the worlds light giuing lampe, His golden beame vpon the hils doth spred,
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BVt let stil Silence trew night watches keepe, That sacred peace may in assurance rayne,
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WHo is the same, which at my window peepes? Or whose is that faire face, that shines so bright,
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ANd thou great Iuno, which with awful might the lawes of wedlock still dost patronize,
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And ye high heauens, the temple of the gods, In which a thousand torches flaming bright
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SOng made in lieu of many ornaments, With which my loue should duly haue bene dect,
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BRing with you all the Nymphes that you can heare both of the riuers and the forrests greene:
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YE Nymphes of Mulla which with carefull heed, The siluer scaly trouts doe tend full well,
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WAke now my loue, awake; for it is time, The Rosy Morne long since left Tithones bed,
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My loue is now awake out of her dreame, and her fayre eyes like stars that dimmed were
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NOw is my loue all ready forth to come, Let all the virgins therefore well awayt,
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HArke how the Minstrels gin to shrill aloud, Their merry Musick that resounds from far,
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LOe where she comes along with portly pace, Lyke Phoebe from her chamber of the East,
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IN youth before I waxed old. The blynd boy Venus baby,
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I Saw in secret to my Dame, How little Cupid humbly came:
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VPon a day as loue lay sweetly slumbring, all in his mothers lap:
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TO whom his mother closely smiling sayd, twixt earnest and twixt game:
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NAthlesse the cruell boy not so content, would needs the fly pursue:
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VNto his mother straight he weeping came, and of his griefe complayned:
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SHe tooke him streight full pitiously lamenting, and wrapt him in her smock:
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