Stay, O sweet, and do not rise ;
The light, that shines comes from thine eyes ;
The day breaks not, it is my heart
Because that you and I must part
Stay, or else my joys will die
And perish in their infancy

'T is true, 't is day; what though it be?
O wilt thou therefore rise from me?
Why should we rise because 'tis light?
Did we lie down because 'twas night?
Love, which in spite of darkness brought us hither
Should in despite of light keep us together

Light hath no tongue, but is all eye
If it could speek as well as spy
This were the worst that it could say: -
That, being well, I fain would stay
And that I lov'd my heart and honour so
That I would not from him, that had them, go

Must business thee from hence remove?
Oh, that's the worse disease of love!
The poor, the fool, the false, love can
Admit, but not the busied man
He, which hath business, and makes love, doth do
Such wrong, as when a married man doth woo