Sweet stay awhile, why do you rise?
The light you see comes from your eyes:
The day breaks not; it is my heart,
To think that I from you must part.
O stay, or else my joys must die,
And perish in their infancy.

O let me die on this fair breast,
Far sweeter than the Phoenix' nest.
Love raise desire with thy sweet charms
Within the centre of your arms:
And let those blissful kisses cherish
Mine infant joys, which else would perish.