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Thomas Campion

The Third Booke of Ayres


XVII. Shall I come sweet Loue

       1  Shall I come sweet Loue to thee,
             When the eu'ning beames are set ?
       Shall I not excluded be ?
             Will you finde no fained lett ?
                 Let me not for pitty more,
                 Tell the long houres at your dore.

       2  Who can tell what theefe or foe,
             In the couert of the night,
       For his prey will worke my woe ;
             Or through wicked soule despight :
                 So may I dye vnredrest,
                 Ere my long loue be possest.

       3  But to let such dangers passe,
             Which a louers thoughts disdaine :
       'Tis enough in such a place
             To attend loues ioyes in vaine.
                 Doe not mocke me in thy bed,
                 While these cold nights freeze me dead.



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