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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Elizabethan Verse.  1907.
 
Song: ‘Only joy! now here you are’
By Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586)
 
ONLY 1 joy! now here you are,
Fit to hear and ease my care.
Let my whispering voice obtain
Sweet reward for sharpest pain.
Take me to thee, and thee to me!        5
“No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be.”
 
Night hath closed all in her cloak,
Twinkling stars love-thoughts provoke,
Danger hence, good care doth keep;
Jealousy itself doth sleep.        10
Take me to thee, and thee to me!
“No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be.”
 
Better place no wit can find,
Cupid’s knot 2 to loose or bind;
These sweet flowers our fine bed too,        15
Us in their best language woo.
Take me to thee, and thee to me!
“No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be.”
 
This small light the moon bestows,
Serves thy beams but to disclose:        20
So to raise my hap 3 more high,
Fear not else! none can us spy.
Take me to thee, and thee to me!
“No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be.”
 
That you heard was but a mouse,        25
Dumb Sleep holdeth all the house:
Yet asleep, methinks they say
‘Young fools, 4 take time while you may!’
Take me to thee, and thee to me!
“No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be.”        30
 
Niggard time threats, if we miss
This large offer of our bliss;
Long stay ere he grant the same.
Sweet! then, while each thing doth frame, 5
Take me to thee, and thee to me!        35
“No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be.”
 
Your fair mother is abed,
Candles out, and curtains spread:
She thinks you do letters write.
Write! but let me first indite        40
‘Take me to thee, and thee to me!’
“No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be.”
 
Sweet! alas, why strive you thus?
Concord better fitteth us.
Leave to Mars the force of hands;        45
Your power in your beauty stands.
Take thee to me, and me to thee!
“No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be.”
 
Woe to me! and do you swear
Me to hate, but I forbear?        50
Cursèd be my destinies all!
That brought me so high to fall.
Soon with my death I will please thee!
“No, no, no, no, my Dear! let be.”
 
Note 1. The Fourth Song in Astrophel and Stella. [back]
Note 2. Cupid’s yoke: Grosart’s ed. reads Cupid’s knot. [back]
Note 3. Hap: good luck. [back]
Note 4. Folks: Folio reads Fools, which Dr. Grosart suggests is ‘gayer yet deeper than folks.’ [back]
Note 5. Frame: design or build up (it, the time or opportunity). [back]
 
 
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