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| ONLY joy! now here you are, | |
| Fit to hear and ease my care. | |
| Let my whispering voice obtain | |
| Sweet reward for sharpest pain. | |
| Take me to thee, and thee to me! | 5 |
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| No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be. | |
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| Night hath closed all in her cloak, | |
| Twinkling stars love thoughts provoke, | |
| Danger hence, good care doth keep; | |
| JEALOUSY itself doth sleep. | 10 |
| Take me to thee, and thee to me! | |
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| No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be. | |
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| Better place no wit can find, | |
| CUPID’s yoke to loose or bind; | |
| These sweet flowers on fine bed too, | 15 |
| Us in their best language woo. | |
| Take me to thee, and thee to me! | |
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| No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be. | |
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| This small light the moon bestows, | |
| Serves thy beams but to disclose: | 20 |
| So to raise my hap more high. | |
| Fear not else! none can us spy. | |
| Take me to thee, and thee to me! | |
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| No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be. | |
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| That you heard was but a mouse, | 25 |
| Dumb SLEEP holdeth all the house: | |
| Yet asleep, methinks they say | |
| “Young folks, take time while you may!” | |
| Take me to thee, and thee to me! | |
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| No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be. | 30 |
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| Niggard time threats, if we miss | |
| This large offer of our bliss; | |
| Long stay ere he grant the same. | |
| Sweet! then, while each thing doth frame, | |
| Take me to thee, and thee to me! | 35 |
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| No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be. | |
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| Your fair mother is abed, | |
| Candles out, and curtains spread: | |
| She thinks you do letters write. | |
| Write! but let me first indite | 40 |
| “Take me to thee, and thee to me!” | |
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| No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be. | |
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| Sweet! alas, why strive you thus? | |
| Concord better fitteth us. | |
| Leave to MARS the force of hands; | 45 |
| Your power in your beauty stands. | |
| Take me to thee, and me to thee! | |
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| No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be. | |
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| Woe to me! and do you swear | |
| Me to hate, but I forbear? | 50 |
| Cursed be my destinies all! | |
| That brought me so high to fall. | |
| Soon with my death I will please thee! | |
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| No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be. | |
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