Love's Ecstasy

Hence with passion, sighs, and tears,
Disasters, sorrows, cares and fears!
See, my Love, my Love, appears,
That thought himself exiled.
Whence might all these loud joys grow,
Whence might mirth and banquets flow,
But that he's come, he's come, I know?

Fair Fortune, thou hast smiled.

Give [un]to these windows eyes,
Daze the stars and mock the skies,
And let us two, us two, devise
To lavish our best treasures:
Crown our wishes with content,
Meet our souls in sweet consent,
And let this night, this night, be spent
In all abundant pleasures.