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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Elizabethan Verse.  1907.
‘OPEN 1 the door! Who’s there within?
The fairest of thy mother’s kin?
  O come, come, come abroad
And hear the shrill birds sing,
  The air with tunes that load.        5
It is too soon to go to rest,
The sun not midway yet to west,
  The day doth miss thee
And will not part until it kiss thee.’
‘Were I as fair as you pretend,        10
Yet to an unknown seld-seen friend
  I dare not ope the door:
To hear the sweet birds sing
Oft proves a dangerous thing.
The sun may run his wonted race        15
And yet not gaze on my poor face;
  The day may miss me:
Therefore depart, you shall not kiss me.’
Note 1. From Martin Peerson’s Private Music, 1620. Bodleian Library, Douce Collection. [back]

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