Come away , come sweet love The golden morning breaks. All the earth, all the air, Of love and pleasure speaks: Teach thine arms then to embrace, And sweet Rosy Lips to kiss, And mix our souls in mutual bliss. Eyes were made for beauty's grace, Viewing, Rueing. Love's long pain Procur'd by beauty's rude disdain. Come away , come sweet love, The golden morning wastes, While the sun from his spere, His fiery arrows casts: Making all the shadows fly, Playing, Staying In the grove, To entertain the stealth of love. Thither sweet love let us hie, Flying, Dying In desire, Wing'd with sweet hopes and heav'nly fire.