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Nathan Field (1587–1620?)

RISE, lady mistress, rise!

The night hath tedious been;

No sleep has fallen on my eyes,

Nor slumber made me sin:

Is she not a saint then, say,

Thought of whom keeps sin away?

Rise, madam, rise, and give me light,

Whom darkness still will cover,

And ignorance, darker than night,

Till thou smile on thy lover:

All want day till thy beauty rise;

For the gray morn breaks from thine eyes.