Shall I come sweet Love to thee
When the evening beams are set?
Shall I not excluded be
Will you find no feigned let?
Let me not for pity more
Tell the long hours at your door.
Who can tell what thief or foe
In the covert of the night
For his prey will work my woe
Or through wicked foul despite?
So may I die unredrest
Ere my long love be possest.

But to let such dangers pass
Which a lover`s thoughts disdain
`Tis enough in such a place
To attend love`s joys in vain
Do not mock me in thy bed
While these cold nights freeze me dead.