Fairy Time

I swear to thee by Cupid’s strongest bow
By the simplicity of Venus doves
By his best arrow with the golden head
By that which knitteth souls and prosperous loves

By all the vows that ever men have broke
In numbers more than ever woman spoke
In that same place thou hast appointed me
Tomorrow truly will I meet with thee

Lovers to bed ’tis almost fairy time
A fortnight hold we nightly revels and jollity

Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams
I thank thee, Moon, for shining now so bright
For by thy gracious, golden, glittering gleams
I trust to take of truest Thisbe sight

Lovers to bed ’tis almost fairy time
A fortnight hold we nightly revels and jollity

Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams
I thank thee, Moon, for shining now so bright
For by thy gracious, golden, glittering gleams
I trust to take of truest Thisbe sight