Come Away, Come Sweet Love

Come away, come, sweet love, The golden Morning breaks; All the earth, All the air, Of love and pleasure Speaks: Teach the nymphs then to embrace, And sweet rosy lips to kiss, And mix our souls in mutual Bliss. Eyes were made for beauty's grace, Viewing, roying long love's pain, Procured by beauty's ruddy Stain. Come away, come, sweet love, The golden Morning wastes, While the sun from His sphere His fiery arrows casts, Making all the shadows fly, Placed Aye in the ground By The attainless tilt of love. Hither, sweet love, let us hie, Flying, dying desire, Winged with sweet hopes and heavenly Fire. Come away, come, sweet love, Do not In vain adorn Beauty's grace that Should rise Like to the naked morn: Lilies on the river's side, And Fair Cyprian flowers new blown, Desire no beauties but their Own. Ornament is no so bright, Pleasure Love's delight, As that Sweet love, our wished Flight.