Sir Philip Sidney - Astrophel and Stella: Fourth Song lyrics

Only joy, now here you are, Fit to hear and ease my care: Let my whispering voice obtain Sweet reward for sharpest pain. Take me to thee, and thee to me. "No, no, no, no, my dear, let be." Night hath clos'd all in her cloak, Twinkling stars love-thoughts provoke: Danger hence good care doth keep; Jeaousy itself doth sleep: Take me to thee, and thee to me. "No, no, no, no, my dear, let be." Better place no wit can find Cupid's yoke to loose or bind: These sweet flowers on fine bed, too, Us in their best language woo: Take me to thee, and thee to me. "No, no, no, no, my dear, let be." This small light the moon bestows Serves thy beams but to disclose, So to raise my hap more high; Fear not else, none can us spy: Take me to thee, and thee to me. "No, no, no, no, my dear, let be." That you heard was but a mouse, Dumb sleep holdeth all the house Yet asleep; methinks they say: "Young folks, take time while you may." Take me to thee, and thee to me. "No, no, no, no, my dear, let be." n***ard Time threats, if we miss This large offer of our bliss, Long stay ere he grant the same: Sweet, then, while each thing doth frame, Take me to thee, and thee to me. "No, no, no, no, my dear, let be." You fair mother is abed, Candles out and curtains spread; She thinks you do letters write, Write, but let me first endite: Take me to thee, and thee to me. "No, no, no, no, my dear, let be." Sweet alas, why strive you thus? Concord better fitteth us; Leave to Mars the force of hands, Your power in your beauty stands: Take me to thee, and thee to me. "No, no, no, no, my dear, let be." Woe to me! And do you swear Me to hate? But I forbear. Cursed be my destines all, That brought me so high, to fall; Soon with my d**h I will please thee. "No, no, no, no, my dear, let be."