My dearest dust, could not thy hasty day | a | ||||
Afford thy drowzy patience leave to stay | a | ||||
One hour longer: so that we might either | b | ||||
Sate up, or gone to bedd together? | b | ||||
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But since thy finisht labor hath possest | c | |||
Thy weary limbs with early rest, | c | ||||
Enjoy it sweetly: and thy widdowe bride | d | ||||
Shall soone repose her by thy slumbering side. | d | ||||
Whose business, now, is only to prepare | e | ||||
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My nightly dress, and call to prayre: | e | |||
Mine eyes wax heavy and ye day growes old. | f | ||||
The dew falls thick, my beloved growes cold. | f | ||||
Draw, draw ye closed curtaynes: and make room: | g | ||||
My dear, my dearest dust; I come, I come. | g | ||||
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