The Good-Morrow

I wonder by my troth, what thou and IDid, till we loved ? were we not weaned till then ?But sucked on country pleasures, childishly ?Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den ?'Twas so ; but this, all pleasures fancies be;If ever any beauty I did see,Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.And now good-morrow to our waking souls,Which watch not one another out of fear;For love all love

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