Song XCVII., p.346.

[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]

HE. 

AWake, thou fairest thing in nature, 

How can you sleep when day does break? 

How can you sleep, my charming creature, 

When half a world for you are awake. 

– 

SHE. 

What swain is this that sings so early, 

Under my window, by the dawn? 

– 

НЕ. 

‘Tis one, dear nymph, that loves you dearly, 

Therefore in pity case my pain. 

– 

SHE. 

Softly, else you’ll ‘wake my mother, 

No tales of love she lets me hear; 

Go tell your passion to some other, 

Or whisper’t softly in my ear. 

– 

HE. 

How can you bid me love another, 

Or rob me of your beauteous charms? 

‘Tis time you were wean’d from your mother, 

You’re fitter for a lover’s arms. 

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