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T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.

The Courtier’s Good-morrow to His Mistris

By Thomas Ravenscroft (1592?–1635?)
 
(From Melismata, 1611)

CANST thou love, and lie alone,
Love is so, love is so disgraced:
Pleasure is best, wherein is rest
In a heart embraced.
    Rise, rise, rise        5
    Day-light do not burn out,
    Bells do ring,
    And Birds do sing,
    Only I that mourn out.
 
Morning Star doth not appear,        10
Wind is hushed, and skies clear:
Come, come away, come, come away,
Canst thou love and burn out day?
    Rise, rise, rise, rise,
    Day-light do not burn out,        15
    Bells do ring,
    Birds do sing,
    Only I that mourn out.