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he day draweth nearer,And morrow ends our meeting,Ere they take thee sleepingBe up--away, my treasure! Soft, leave her breasts all unheeded,Far hence though the master still remaineth!For soon uptil our earth regainethThe sun all embraces dividing.N'er grew pleasure all unimpeded,N'er was delight lest passion won,And to the wise man the fit occasionHas not yet refused a full measure:Be up--away, my treasure! If that my love thy bosom inflamethWith honest purpose and just intention,To free me from my soul's contentionGive over joys the day shameth;Who thee lameth he also me lameth,And my good grace builds all in thy good grace;Be up--away! Fear leaveth place,That thou art here, no more unto pleasure,Be up--away, my treasure! Although thou with a sleep art wresting,'Tis rightful thou bringst it close,That of the favour one meeting showsAn hundred may hence be attesting.'Tis fitting too thou shouldst be mindfulThat the ease which we lose now, in kind, fullMany a promise holds for our leisure;Ere they take thee sleeping;Be up--away, my treasure!
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