Sweete stay a while, why will you rise ? The light you see comes from your eyes : The day breakes not, it is my heart, To thinke that you and I must part. O stay, or else my ioyes must dye, And perish in their infancie. Deare let me dye in this faire breast, Farre sweeter then the Phœnix nest. Loue raise desire by his sweete charmes Within this circle of thine armes : And let thy blissefull kisses cherish Mine infant ioyes, that else must perish.