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'Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be? / O, wilt thou therefore rise from me? / Why should we rise because 'tis light? / Did we lie down because 'twas night? / Love, which in spite of darkness brought us hither, / Should in despite of light keep us together.
Light hath no tongue, but is all eye; / If it could speak as well as spy, / This were the worst that it could say, / That being well I fain would stay, / And that I loved my heart and honour so, / That I would not from him, that had them, go.
Must business thee from hence remove? / O! that's the worst disease of love, / The poor, the foul, the false, love can / Admit, but not the busied man. / He which hath business, and makes love, doth do / Such wrong, as when a married man doth woo.