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 Yea, with thy sweet lips, with thy sweet sword; yea, Take life and all, for I will die, I say; Love, I gave love, is life a better boon? For sweet night’s sake I will not live till day; Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.

Nay, I will sleep then only; nay, but go. Ah sweet, too sweet to me, my sweet, I know Love, sleep, and death go to the sweet same tune; Hold my hair fast, and kiss me through it so. Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.