141841Her
song was tedious, and out-wore the night,
842For louers houres are long, though
seeming
short,
843If plea
sd them
selues, others they thinke delight,
844In
such like circum
stance, with
such like
sport:
845 Their copious
stories oftentimes begunne,
846 End without audience, and are neuer donne.
142847For who hath
she to
spend the night withall,
848But idle
sounds re
sembling para
sits?
849Like
shrill-tongu'd Tap
sters an
swering euerie call,
850Soothing the humor of fanta
stique wits,
851 She
sayes tis
so, they an
swer all tis
so,
852 And would
say after her, if
she
said no.
143853Lo here the gentle larke wearie of re
st,
854From his moy
st cabinet mounts vp on hie,
855And wakes the morning, from who
se
siluer bre
st,
856The
sunne ari
seth in his maie
stie,
857 Who doth the world
so gloriou
sly behold,
858 That Ceader tops and hils,
seeme burni
sht gold.
144859Venus
salutes him with this faire good morrow,
860Oh thou cleare god, and patron of all light,
861From whom ech lamp, and
shining
star doth borrow,
862The beautious in
fluence that makes him bright,
863 There liues a
sonne that
suckt an earthly mother,
864 May lend thee light, as thou doe
st lend to other.
145865This
sayd,
she ha
steth to a mirtle groue,
866Mu
sing the morning is
so much ore-worne,
867And yet
she heares no tidings of her loue;
868She harkens for his hounds, and for his horne,
869 Anon
she heares them chaunt it lu
stily,
870 And all in ha
st she coa
steth to the cry.