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A Musicall Dreame

Robert Iones



XI. And is it night, are they thine eyes that shine


       And is it night, are they thine eyes that shine,
           Are we alone and here and here alone,
       May I come neere but touch but touch thy shrine,
           Is Iealousie asleepe and he is gone
       O Gods no more, silence my lippes with thine
           Lippes, kisses, Ioyes haue blessings most deuine.


       O come my deare our griefs are turnde to night,
           And night to ioyes, night blinds pale enuies eyes,
       Silence and sleepe prepare vs our delight,
           O ease we then our woes, our griefs, our cries,
       O vanish words, words doe but passions moue,
           O deerest life, ioyes sweet, O sweetest loue.


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