Poem 17

 Now ceasse ye damsels your delights forepast,
Enough is it, that all the day was youres:
Now day is doen, and night is nighing fast:
Now bring the Bryde into the brydall boures.
Now night is come, now soone her disaray, And in her bed her lay; Lay her in lillies and in violets, And silken courteins ouer her display, And odourd sheetes, and Arras couerlets, Behold how goodly my faire loue does ly In proud humility; Like vnto Maia, when as Ioue her tooke, In Tempe, lying on the flowry gras, Twixt sleepe and wake, after she weary was, With bathing in the Acidalian brooke Now it is night, ye damsels may be gon, And leaue my loue alone, And leaue likewise your former lay to sing: The woods no more shal answere, nor your echo ring

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