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TO HIS LOVE by JOHN DOWLAND

First Line: COME AWAY! COME, SWEET LOVE!
Last Line: HAST THEN SWEET LOVE OUR WISHED FLIGHT.
Subject(s): LOVE;
Come away, come sweet Love,
The golden morning breakes:
All the earth, all the ayre,
Of love and pleasure speakes.
Teach thine armes then to embrace,
And sweet Rosie lips to kisse:
And mixe our soules in mutuall blisse.
Eyes were made for beauties grace,
Viewing, ruing Loves long paine:
Procur'd by beauties rude disdaine.
Come away, come sweet Love,
The golden morning wasts:
While the Sunne from his Sphere
His fierie arrowes casts,
Making all the shadowes flie,
Playing, staying in the Groave:
To entertaine the stealth of love.
Thither sweet Love let us hie
Flying, dying in desire:
Wing'd with sweet hopes and heavenly fire.
Come away, come sweet Love,
Doo not in vaine adiorne
Beauties grace that should rise
Like to the naked morne.
Lillies on the Rivers side,
And faire Cyprian flowers new blowne,
Desire no beauties but their owne.
Ornament is Nurse of pride,
Pleasure, measure, Loves delight;
Hast then sweet Love our wished flight.



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