Drowsy sun, why dost thou stay?

Drowsy sun, why dost thou stay?

Drive thy lazy team away.

Thetis. mounted on a billow.

To catch a rising cloud is gone;

Which she will stuff into a pillow

To rest thy golden locks upon.

Then vex'd with delay,

Away she flung and, lisping, said:

Prithee, prithee, let's go to bed.

Take away thy hated light.

And give way to welcome night.

Venus, although herself be fair,

Loves thee still, and 'tis the same

That Cupid, though a torch he bears,

All light doth vanish from his flame.

Then vex'd with delay...

Why should then the envious day

Our impatient pleasure stay?

Drive then, oh drive, thou great Apollo,

Drive quick away, and be afraid

To tempt the vengeance that doth follow

The curses of a longing maid.

Then vex'd with delay...