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Just such disparitie
As is 'twixt Airs and Angels puritie,
'Twixt womens love, and mens will ever be.
Break of day.
[Spurious stanza]
'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 spight of darkness brought us hether,
Should in dispight of light keep us together.
Light hath no tongue, but is all eye,
If it could speak as well as spie,
This were the worst that it could say,
That being well, I fain would stay,
And that I lov'd my heart and honour so,
That I would not from her, that had them, goe.
Must business thee from hence remove?
Oh, 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 doe
Such wrong, as when a married man doth wooe.

[CW: The]