My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love

My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love,

And, though the sager sort our deedes reprove,

Let us not way them: heav’ns great lampes doe dive

Into their west, and strait againe revive,

But, soone as once set is our little light,

Then must we sleepe one ever-during night.

But, soone as once set is our little light,

Then must we sleepe one ever-during night.

If all would lead their lives in love like mee,

Then bloudie swords and armour should not be,

No drum nor trumpet peaceful sleeps should move,

Unles alar’me came from the campe of love:

But fooles do live, and wast their little light,

And seeke with paine their ever-during night.

But fooles do live, and wast their little light,

And seeke with paine their ever-during night.

When timely death my life and fortune ends,

Let not my hearse be vext with mourning friends,

But let all lovers, rich in triumph, come,

And with sweet pastimes grace my happie tombe;

And, Lesbia, close up thou my little light,

And crowne with love my ever-during night.

And, Lesbia, close up thou my little light,

And crowne with love my ever-during night.