Break of Day
It’s true, It’s day; what though it be?
O wilt thou therefore rise from me?
Why should we rise because t is light?
Did we lie down because it was night?
Love, which in spite of darkness brought us hither,
Should in despite of light keep us together.
Light hath no tongue, but is all eyes;
If it could speak as well as spy,
These were the worst that it could say,
That being well, I would fain stay,
And that I loved my heart and honor so
That I would not from him, that had them, go.
Must business thee from hence remove?
O, 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 do
Such wrong, as when a married man doth woo.