The Courtier's Good Morrow to his Mistress

Canst thou love and lie alone?
Love is so disgraced,
Pleasure is best
Wherein is rest
In a heart embraced.
Rise, rise, rise!
Daylight do not burn out;
Bells do ring and birds do sing,
Only I that mourn out.

Morning-star doth now appear,
Wind is hushed and sky is clear;
Come, come away, come, come away!
Canst thou love and burn out day?
Rise, rise, rise!
Daylight do not burn out;
Bells do ring [and] birds do sing,
Only I that mourn out.