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And is it night? Are they thine eyes that shine? Are we alone and here and here alone? May I come near, may I but touch thy shrine? Is Jealousy asleep, and is he gone? O Gods, no more, silence my lips with thine, Lips, kisses, joys, hap, blessings most divine. |
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O come, my dear, our griefs are turn'd to night, And night to joys, night blinds pale Envy's eyes, Silence and sleep prepare us our delight, O cease we then our woes, our griefs, our cries, O vanish words, words do but passions move, O dearest life, joys sweet, O sweetest love. |
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