Your faire lookes enflame my desire, Quench it againe with loue, Stay, O striue not still to retire, Doe not in humane proue, If loue may perswade Loues pleasures deere denie not, Heere is a silent grouie shade O tarrie then and flie not. Haue I seaz'd my heauenly delight In this vnhaunted groue ? Time shall now her furie requite With the reuenge of loue, Then come, sweetest come My lips with kisses gracing, Here let vs harbour all alone, Die die in sweete embracing. Will you now so timely depart And not returne againe, Your sight lends such life to my hart, That to depart is paine. Feare yeelds no delay, Securenes helpeth pleasure, Then till the time giues safer stay, O farewell my liues treasure.
Words and music by Thomas CampionClose