GOOD night, my Love, may gentle rest Charm up your senses till the light, Whilst I with care and woe opprest, Go to inhabit endless night. There, whilst your eyes shall grace the day, I must in the despairing shade, Sigh such a woeful time away, As never yet poor Lover had. Yet to this endless solitude There is one dangerous step to pass, To one that loves your sight, so rude, As flesh and blood is loth to pass. But I will take it to express I worthily your favours wore, Your merits (Sweet) can claim no less, Who dies for you can do no more. |