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RISE, Lady Mistress, rise!
The night hath tedious been ;
Is not she a saint then, say,
Thoughts of whom keep sin away?
Rise, Madam! rise and give me light,
For the grey morn breaks from thine eyes.
SLEEP, BABY, SLEEP!
SLEEP, baby, sleep! what ails my dear,
My pretty lamb, forbear to weep;
Thou blessed soul, what canst thou fear? What thing to thee can mischief do? Thy God is now thy father dear,
His holy Spouse thy mother too. Sweet baby, then forbear to weep; Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.
Though thy conception was in sin,
While thus thy lullaby I sing,
For thee great blessings ripening be; Thine Eldest Brother is a king,
And hath a kingdom bought for thee. Sweet baby, then forbear to weep; Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.
Sweet baby, sleep, and nothing fear;
And God and angels are thy friends.
When God with us was dwelling here,
A little infant once was He;
And strength in weakness then was laid
That power to thee might be convey'd.
In this thy frailty and thy need
He friends and helpers doth prepare,
The King of kings, when He was born,
Nor such like swaddling-clothes as these.
Within a manger lodged thy Lord,
Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;
The wants that He did then sustain
Have purchased wealth, my babe, for thee; And by His torments and His pain
Thy rest and ease secured be.
My baby, then forbear to weep;
Thou hast, yet more, to perfect this,
Though thou, my babe, perceiv'st it not. Sweet baby, then forbear to weep;
Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.
Ask me no more where Jove bestows,
Ask me no more whither do stray
Ask me no more whither doth haste
Ask me no more if east or west
The phoenix builds her spicy nest;
For unto you at last she flies,
TO MY INCONSTANT MISTRESS
WHEN thou, poor Excommunicate
Which my strong faith shall purchase me,
A fairer hand than thine shall cure
That heart which thy false oaths did wound;
Than thine shall by Love's hand be bound,
Then shalt thou weep, entreat, complain
As mine were then: for thou shalt be
AN HYMENEAL DIALOGUE
Groom.-TELL me, my Love, since Hymen tied
A new-infused spirit slide
Into thy breast, whilst mine did melt?
Bride.-First tell me, Sweet, whose words were those?
For though your voice the air did break,
Yet did my soul the sense compose,
And through your lips my heart did speak.