Goe to bed sweete Muze take thy rest, Let not thy soule bee so opprest Though shee deny thee, Whether shee deny thee, Whether thy mind Will ever prove unkinde: O love is but a bitter-sweete Jest. Muze not upon her smiling lookes, Thinke that they are but baited hookes, Love is a fancy, Love is a Franzy, Let not a toy Then breed thee such annoy, But leave to looke uppon such fond bookes. Lerne to forget such idle toyes, Fitter for youthes, and youthfull boyes, Let not one sweet smile Thy true one sweet smile Thy true love beguile, Let not a frowne For ever cast thee downe, Then sleepe and go to bed in these joyes.
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Robert Jones (fl. 1597-1615), "Go to bed sweete muze", published 1605, from the collection Ultimum Vale, or the Third Booke of Ayres [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Linda Godry
This text was added to the website: 2008-11-09
Line count: 22
Word count: 119