That you heard was but a mouse,
Dumb SLEEP holdeth all the house:
Yet asleep, methinks they say
"Young folks, take time while you may!"
Take me to thee, and thee to me!
No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be.
Niggard time threats, if we miss
This large offer of our bliss;
Long stay ere he grant the same.
Sweet! then, while each thing doth frame,
Take me to thee, and thee to me!
No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be.
Your fair mother is abed,
Candles out, and curtains spread:
She thinks you do letters write.
Write! but let me first indite
"Take me to thee, and thee to me!"
No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be.
Sweet! alas, why strive you thus?
Concord better fitteth us.
Leave to MARS the force of hands;
Your power in your beauty stands.
Take me to thee, and me to thee!
No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be.
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