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RISE, Lady Mistress, rise!
The night hath tedious been;
No sleep hath fallen into mine eyes
Nor slumbers made me sin.
Is not she a saint then, say,
Thoughts of whom keep sin away?
Rise, Madam! rise and give me light,
Whom darkness still will cover, / And ignorance, darker than night, / Till thou smile on thy lover.
All want day till thy beauty rise; / For the grey morn breaks from thine eyes.