Break of Day
2‘Tis true, ‘tis day, what though it be?
O wilt1 thou1 therefore rise from me?
Why should we rise because ‘tis light1?
Did we lie down because ‘twas night?
Love, which in spite of darkness 1brought us hither,1
Should in despite of light keep us together.
Light hath no tongue, but is all eye1;
If it could speak as well as spy,
This were the worst that it could say,
That being well I fain1 would stay,
And that I loved my heart and honour so,
That I would not from him1, that had them, go.
Must business thee from hence1 remove?
Oh, that’s the worst disease of love1,
The poor, the foul1, the false, love can
Admit,1 but not the busied1 man.
He which hath business, and makes love, doth do
Such wrong, as when a married man doth1 woo1.