The courtier’s good morrow to his mistress

Canst thou love and lie alone?

Love is so disgracèd,

Pleasure is best

Wherein is rest

In a heart embracèd.

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.