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Nor griesly vultures, make us once affeard:
Let none of these theyr drery accents sing;
Ne let the woods them answer, nor theyr eccho ring.
But let stil Silence trew night-watches keepe,
That sacred Peace
in assurance rayne,
And tymely Sleep, when it is tyme to sleepe,
May poure his limbs forth on your pleasant playne;
The whiles an hundred little winged Loves,
Like divers-fethered doves,
Shall fly and flutter round about the bed,
And in the secret darke, that none reproves,
Their prety stealthes shall worke, and snares shall spread To filch away sweet snatches of delight,
Conceald through covert night.
Ye Sonnes of Venus, play your sports at will!
For greedy Pleasure, carelesse of your toyes,
Thinks more upon her Paradise of ioyes,
For it will soone be day:
Now none doth hinder you, that say or sing;
Ne will the woods now answer, nor your eccho ring.
Who is the same, which at my window peepes?
My Love with me to spy:
For thou likewise didst love, though now unthought,
And for a fleece of wooll, which privily
The Latmian Shepherd once unto thee brought, 380 His pleasures with thee wrought.
Therefore to us be favorable now;
And sith of wemens labours thou hast charge,
Encline thy will t' effect our wishfull vow,
Till which we cease our hopefull hap to sing,
And thou, great Iuno! which with awful might
With sacred rites hast taught to solemnize;
Of women in their smart;
Eternally bind thou this lovely band,
And thou, glad Genius! in whose gentle hand
And the sweet pleasures of theyr loves delight
Ver. 380.- Latmian Shepherd.] Endymion.
And ye high heavens, the temple of the gods,
And all ye powers which in the same remayne,
Poure out your blessing on us plentiously,
And happy influence upon us raine,
That we may raise a large posterity,
Which from the earth, which they may long possesse
With lasting happinesse,
Up to your haughty pallaces may mount;
The woods no more us answer, nor our eccho ring!
Song! made in lieu of many ornaments,
With which my Love should duly have been dect,
Ye would not stay your dew time to expect,
Be unto her a goodly ornament,