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BUT let stil Silence trew night watches keepe,

That sacred Peace may in assurance rayne,

And tymely Sleep, when it is tyme to sleepe,

May poure his limbs forth on your pleasant playne,

The whiles an hundred little wingéd loves1,

Like divers fethered doves,

Shall fly and flutter round about your bed,

And in the secret darke, that none reproves

Their prety stealthes shal worke, and snares shal spread

To filch away sweet snatches of delight,

Conceald through covert night.

Ye sonnes of Venus, play your sports at will,

For greedy Pleasure, carelesse of your toyes2,

Thinks more upon her paradise of joyes,

Then what ye do, albe it good or ill.

All night therefore attend your merry play,

For it will soone be day:

Now none doth hinder you, that say or sing,

Ne will the woods now answer, nor your Eccho ring.

注释：1.little wingéd love：背生双翼的小爱神丘比特。

2.toyes：爱情游戏。